The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Volume 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... thine own , And make thee curse the harvest of that corn . Char . Your grace may starve , perhaps , before that time . Bed . 9 , let no words , but deeds , revenge this treason ! Puc . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break a ...
... thine own , And make thee curse the harvest of that corn . Char . Your grace may starve , perhaps , before that time . Bed . 9 , let no words , but deeds , revenge this treason ! Puc . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break a ...
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... thine , Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care ; Art not thou weary , John ...
... thine , Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy : - Here , purposing the Bastard to destroy , Came in strong rescue . Speak , thy father's care ; Art not thou weary , John ...
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... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , * And purchase friends , and give to courtczans , * Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : * While as the silly owner of the ...
... thine they give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , * And purchase friends , and give to courtczans , * Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : * While as the silly owner of the ...
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... thine insolence . ' Since thou wert king , ( as who is king , but thou ? ) The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; * And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy ...
... thine insolence . ' Since thou wert king , ( as who is king , but thou ? ) The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; * And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have been as bondmen to thy ...
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... thine to England's king , ' Glo . Ay , my lord cardinal ; How think you by that ? Were it not good , your grace could fly to heaven ? * K . Hen . The treasury of everlasting joy ! ' Car . Thy heaven is on earth ; thine eyes and thoughts ...
... thine to England's king , ' Glo . Ay , my lord cardinal ; How think you by that ? Were it not good , your grace could fly to heaven ? * K . Hen . The treasury of everlasting joy ! ' Car . Thy heaven is on earth ; thine eyes and thoughts ...
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Page 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Page 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Page 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Page 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Page 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.