The Works of William Shakspeare, Bind 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Side 6
... breathing an exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather ...
... breathing an exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFEU , and Parolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather ...
Side 14
... foremost in the fashion . Have the true military step . The dance . A failure ; a phrase taken from the exercise at a quaintaine . A female physician . That's able to breathe life into a stone ; * 14 [ ACT II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... foremost in the fashion . Have the true military step . The dance . A failure ; a phrase taken from the exercise at a quaintaine . A female physician . That's able to breathe life into a stone ; * 14 [ ACT II . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
Side 15
William Shakespeare. That's able to breathe life into a stone ; * Quicken a rock , and make you dance canary , With sprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen in ...
William Shakespeare. That's able to breathe life into a stone ; * Quicken a rock , and make you dance canary , With sprightly fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen in ...
Side 16
... breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
... breath is barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
Side 24
... breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate ; you are a vagabond , and no true traveller : you are more ...
... breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate ; you are a vagabond , and no true traveller : you are more ...
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art thou Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear Bianca Bion blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin death dost doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear friends Gaunt gentleman give grace Gremio grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven hither honour horse Hortensio Kate Kath king knave Lady Leon liege live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam majesty marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua peace Percy Petruchio Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sirrah soul speak stand swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife wilt Witch word
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Side 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Side 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Side 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Side 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Side 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...