The Works of William Shakespeare: King Henry V. The merry wives of Windsor. Much ado about nothing. As you like it. Twelfth night; or, What you willScribner and Welford, 1888 |
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... prince's name , stand ! Act III . scene 5. lines 10-13 , . 206 . 183 • Bene . Why , i'faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise . Dog . Goodman Verges , sir ...
... prince's name , stand ! Act III . scene 5. lines 10-13 , . 206 . 183 • Bene . Why , i'faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for a great praise . Dog . Goodman Verges , sir ...
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... prince mingled with them , but was never really one of them . He never forgot his royal destiny , never lost his true self , but let it lie latent , ready to awake when the call should come for action worthy of it . And now the prince ...
... prince mingled with them , but was never really one of them . He never forgot his royal destiny , never lost his true self , but let it lie latent , ready to awake when the call should come for action worthy of it . And now the prince ...
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... prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness ; which , no doubt , Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , Unseen , yet crescive12 in his faculty . Cant . It must be so ; for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we ...
... prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness ; which , no doubt , Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , Unseen , yet crescive12 in his faculty . Cant . It must be so ; for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we ...
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... Prince , 6 110 . [ Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy , Making defeat on the full power of France , Whiles his most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility . O noble ...
... Prince , 6 110 . [ Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy , Making defeat on the full power of France , Whiles his most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility . O noble ...
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... prince our master Says that you savour too much of your youth , And bids you be advis'd there's nought in France That can be with a nimble galliard1 won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there . He therefore sends you , meeter for your ...
... prince our master Says that you savour too much of your youth , And bids you be advis'd there's nought in France That can be with a nimble galliard1 won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there . He therefore sends you , meeter for your ...
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Page 288 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 374 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 195 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 13 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 291 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Page 45 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse; We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
Page 297 - the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As...
Page 26 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 45 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 297 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.