The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere: Histories, vol. 2. King Henry VI, Part I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIC. Knight, 1851 |
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... reading that long but by no means tedious story of Genevra , which occupies the whole of the fifth book , and part of the sixth , of the ' Orlando Furioso . ' " The tale is a pretty comical matter , " as Harrington quaintly pronounces ...
... reading that long but by no means tedious story of Genevra , which occupies the whole of the fifth book , and part of the sixth , of the ' Orlando Furioso . ' " The tale is a pretty comical matter , " as Harrington quaintly pronounces ...
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... reading the challenge , subscribed for Cupid , and chal- lenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars ? But how many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I promised to eat all of his killing ...
... reading the challenge , subscribed for Cupid , and chal- lenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars ? But how many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I promised to eat all of his killing ...
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... reading it over , she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet . CLAUD . That . LEON . O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpencea ; railed at herself , that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout ...
... reading it over , she found Benedick and Beatrice between the sheet . CLAUD . That . LEON . O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpencea ; railed at herself , that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout ...
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... reading , let that appear when there is no need of such vanity . You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern " . This is your charge : You shall comprehend ...
... reading , let that appear when there is no need of such vanity . You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch ; therefore bear you the lantern " . This is your charge : You shall comprehend ...
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... reading is , " Yea , ' Light o ' love , ' with your heels . " The jest of Beatrice , whatever it be , does not consist in the mere repetition of the name of the tune . BEAT . For the letter that begins them all , 40 [ ACT III . MUCH ADO ...
... reading is , " Yea , ' Light o ' love , ' with your heels . " The jest of Beatrice , whatever it be , does not consist in the mere repetition of the name of the tune . BEAT . For the letter that begins them all , 40 [ ACT III . MUCH ADO ...
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Side 367 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Side 188 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, 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.
Side 25 - 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.
Side 201 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Side 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Side 202 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, 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 friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Side 198 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Side 425 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, ' The night is dreary, He cometh not...
Side 285 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.