The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Band 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The furthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , anu sv KING JOHN. ...
... war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The furthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , anu sv KING JOHN. ...
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With a Life William Shakespeare. K. John . Bear mine to him , anu sv uvpart iù peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be ...
With a Life William Shakespeare. K. John . Bear mine to him , anu sv uvpart iù peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be ...
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... bear him : And , if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd ...
... bear him : And , if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd ...
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... bear his name whose form thou bear'st : Kneel thou down , Philip , but arise more great : Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother , by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : Now ...
... bear his name whose form thou bear'st : Kneel thou down , Philip , but arise more great : Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother , by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : Now ...
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... bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose , - Subjected tribute to commanding love , - Against whose fury and unmatched force The awless lion could ...
... bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose , - Subjected tribute to commanding love , - Against whose fury and unmatched force The awless lion could ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Const cousin crown dead death dost thou doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hither honour horse Host Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble North Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales Queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal Shallow shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Westmoreland wilt word York
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Seite 90 - 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?
Seite 117 - 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...
Seite 224 - 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
Seite 116 - 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.
Seite 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Seite 41 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.