The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Bind 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... hath . [ Retires . Enter La Pucelle , Bastard of Orleans and others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do these wond'rous feats ? Puc Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? - Where is the dauphin ? -come , come from behind ...
... hath . [ Retires . Enter La Pucelle , Bastard of Orleans and others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do these wond'rous feats ? Puc Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? - Where is the dauphin ? -come , come from behind ...
Side 10
... hath a woman's kindness over - rul'd : - And therefore tell her , I return great thanks ; And in submission will attend on her.- Will not your honours bear me company ? Bed . No , truly ; it is more than manners will : And I have heard ...
... hath a woman's kindness over - rul'd : - And therefore tell her , I return great thanks ; And in submission will attend on her.- Will not your honours bear me company ? Bed . No , truly ; it is more than manners will : And I have heard ...
Side 14
... Hath been enacted through your enmity ; Then be at peace , except ye thirst for blood . Win . He shall submit , or I will never yield . Glo . Compassion on the king commands me stoop ; Or , I would see his heart out , ere the priest ...
... Hath been enacted through your enmity ; Then be at peace , except ye thirst for blood . Win . He shall submit , or I will never yield . Glo . Compassion on the king commands me stoop ; Or , I would see his heart out , ere the priest ...
Side 16
... hath bewitch'd me with her words , Or nature makes me suddenly relent . Puc . Besides , all French and France exclaims on thee , Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny . Who join'st thou with , but with a lordly nation , That will not ...
... hath bewitch'd me with her words , Or nature makes me suddenly relent . Puc . Besides , all French and France exclaims on thee , Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny . Who join'st thou with , but with a lordly nation , That will not ...
Side 20
... Hath now entrapp'd the noble - minded Talbot : Never to England shall he bear his life ; But dies , betray'd to fortune by your strife . Som . Come , go ; I will despatch the horsemen straight : Within six hours they will be at his aid ...
... Hath now entrapp'd the noble - minded Talbot : Never to England shall he bear his life ; But dies , betray'd to fortune by your strife . Som . Come , go ; I will despatch the horsemen straight : Within six hours they will be at his aid ...
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.