Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, Oplag 7,Bind 2 |
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... as it is pronounced . ΤΟ 20 26 my cannon . There were no cannon until two hundred years later ; but for that S. cared nothing , even if he knew it . An honourable conduct let him have : Pembroke , look KING JOHN. ...
... as it is pronounced . ΤΟ 20 26 my cannon . There were no cannon until two hundred years later ; but for that S. cared nothing , even if he knew it . An honourable conduct let him have : Pembroke , look KING JOHN. ...
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... Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey ; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume ...
... Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey ; and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume ...
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... looks of France ; Mark , how they whisper : urge them while their souls Are capable of this ambition , Lest zeal ... look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , eye I find The shadow ...
... looks of France ; Mark , how they whisper : urge them while their souls Are capable of this ambition , Lest zeal ... look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , eye I find The shadow ...
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... look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Then speak again ; not all ...
... look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Then speak again ; not all ...
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... Look'st thou pale , France ? do not let go thy hand . Const . Look to that , Devil ; lest that France repent , And by disjoining hands , hell lose a soul . Aust . King Philip , listen to the Cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on ...
... Look'st thou pale , France ? do not let go thy hand . Const . Look to that , Devil ; lest that France repent , And by disjoining hands , hell lose a soul . Aust . King Philip , listen to the Cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Glou'ster GLOUCESTER grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Side 36 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 860 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Side 895 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Side 66 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Side 886 - Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Side 736 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Side 342 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, 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...
Side 872 - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Side 675 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Side 105 - To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!