The Family Shakspeare: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Bind 3;Bind 70Longman's Greeen, 1872 - 506 sider |
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Side 334
... Archbishop of York ; LORD MOWBRAY ; LORD HASTINGS ; LORD BARDOLPH ; Enemies to the King . SIR JOHN COLEVILLE ; TRAVERS AND MORTON , Domestics of Northumberland , FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PISTOL , AND PAGE . POINS AND PETO , Attendants on ...
... Archbishop of York ; LORD MOWBRAY ; LORD HASTINGS ; LORD BARDOLPH ; Enemies to the King . SIR JOHN COLEVILLE ; TRAVERS AND MORTON , Domestics of Northumberland , FALSTAFF , BARDOLPH , PISTOL , AND PAGE . POINS AND PETO , Attendants on ...
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... And , my most noble lord , I hear for certain and do speak the truth , -- The gentle archbishop of York is up , With well - appointed powers ; he is a man , Distribution . Who with a double surety binds his followers . My 342 SECOND PART ...
... And , my most noble lord , I hear for certain and do speak the truth , -- The gentle archbishop of York is up , With well - appointed powers ; he is a man , Distribution . Who with a double surety binds his followers . My 342 SECOND PART ...
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... archbishop , and the earl of Northumberland . Falstaff . Yea ; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it . But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady peace at home , that our armies join not in a hot day ! for , I take ? Forepart . but ...
... archbishop , and the earl of Northumberland . Falstaff . Yea ; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it . But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady peace at home , that our armies join not in a hot day ! for , I take ? Forepart . but ...
Side 350
... ARCHBISHOP'S Palace . Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK , the LORDS HASTINGS , MOWBRAY , and BARDOLPH . Archbishop . Thus have you heard our cause , and known our means ; And , my most noble friends , I pray you all , Speak plainly your ...
... ARCHBISHOP'S Palace . Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK , the LORDS HASTINGS , MOWBRAY , and BARDOLPH . Archbishop . Thus have you heard our cause , and known our means ; And , my most noble friends , I pray you all , Speak plainly your ...
Side 352
... Archbishop . That he should draw his several strengths together , And come against us in full puissance , Need not be dreaded . Hastings . If he should do so , He leaves his back unarm'd , the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels ...
... Archbishop . That he should draw his several strengths together , And come against us in full puissance , Need not be dreaded . Hastings . If he should do so , He leaves his back unarm'd , the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels ...
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Side 480 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Side 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all — here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Side 321 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Side 355 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound?
Side 419 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Side 153 - 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 365 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Side 254 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And "twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it...
Side 41 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Side 17 - 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.