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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... young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war ...
... young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war ...
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... young prince : To pay that duty which you truly owe And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspect , hath all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And ...
... young prince : To pay that duty which you truly owe And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspect , hath all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And ...
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... young Arthur , Duke of Bretagne , in , Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother , Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground ; Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly ...
... young Arthur , Duke of Bretagne , in , Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother , Whose sons lie scattered on the bleeding ground ; Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly ...
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... young ones ? niece ? 510 520 What say you , my Blanch . That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , prince Dolphin ; can you love this lady ? Lew . Nay , ask me if I can ...
... young ones ? niece ? 510 520 What say you , my Blanch . That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom still vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , prince Dolphin ; can you love this lady ? Lew . Nay , ask me if I can ...
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... young Arthur Duke of Bretagne And Earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town We make him lord of . Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her ...
... young Arthur Duke of Bretagne And Earl of Richmond ; and this rich fair town We make him lord of . Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her ...
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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!