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... tell thee more . 9 [ Exit GURNEY . -Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon good - Friday , and ne'er broke his fast : Sir Robert could do well ; Marry , ( to confess ! ) Could he get me ...
... tell thee more . 9 [ Exit GURNEY . -Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon good - Friday , and ne'er broke his fast : Sir Robert could do well ; Marry , ( to confess ! ) Could he get me ...
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... tell us , shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it ? Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood to our possession ? 1 Cit . In brief , we are the king of England's subjects ; [ 8 ] i e ...
... tell us , shall your city call us lord , In that behalf which we have challeng'd it ? Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood to our possession ? 1 Cit . In brief , we are the king of England's subjects ; [ 8 ] i e ...
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... tell me , who knows . Lew . She is sad and passionate at your highness ' tent . K. Phil . And , by my faith , this league , that we have made , Will give her sadness very little cure.- Brother of England , how may we content This widow ...
... tell me , who knows . Lew . She is sad and passionate at your highness ' tent . K. Phil . And , by my faith , this league , that we have made , Will give her sadness very little cure.- Brother of England , how may we content This widow ...
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... be friends ! Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those provinces ? It is not so ; thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale again : 4 VOL . IV . It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' ACT II . 29 KING JOHN .
... be friends ! Shall Lewis have Blanch ? and Blanch those provinces ? It is not so ; thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale again : 4 VOL . IV . It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' ACT II . 29 KING JOHN .
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... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France fors worn ? Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone , And leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const ...
... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France fors worn ? Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone , And leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const ...
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Page 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 15 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 48 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 43 - 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...
Page 6 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 49 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 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...
Page 22 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 80 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 2 - 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.
Page 80 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o