The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Volume 5 |
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... Kath . Nay , we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor , K. Hen . Arise , and take place by us : -Half your suit Never name to us ; you have half our power : The other moiety , ere you ask , is given ; Repeat your will , and take it . Q. Kath ...
... Kath . Nay , we must longer kneel ; I am a suitor , K. Hen . Arise , and take place by us : -Half your suit Never name to us ; you have half our power : The other moiety , ere you ask , is given ; Repeat your will , and take it . Q. Kath ...
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... Kath . No , my lord , You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not wholesome To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance . These exactions , Whereof my ...
... Kath . No , my lord , You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not wholesome To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance . These exactions , Whereof my ...
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... Kath . I am sorry , that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure . It grieves many : K. Hen . The gentleman is learn'd , and a most rare speaker , To nature none more bound ; his training such , That he may furnish and ...
... Kath . I am sorry , that the duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure . It grieves many : K. Hen . The gentleman is learn'd , and a most rare speaker , To nature none more bound ; his training such , That he may furnish and ...
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... Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My learn'd lord cardinal , Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown , Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas ...
... Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My learn'd lord cardinal , Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown , Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas ...
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... of prison ? Q. Kath . A giant traitor ! highness live in freedom , God mend all ! K. Hen . There's something more would out of thee ; What say'st ? Surv . After the duke his father , with the 18 ACT 1 . KING HENRY VIII . •
... of prison ? Q. Kath . A giant traitor ! highness live in freedom , God mend all ! K. Hen . There's something more would out of thee ; What say'st ? Surv . After the duke his father , with the 18 ACT 1 . KING HENRY VIII . •
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
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Page 17 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
Page 33 - 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.
Page 56 - O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Page 63 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 7 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 16 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the...
Page 73 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 59 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 101 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 28 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.