The Plays, Band 5Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... stand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lists , on Thomas Mowbray , duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and dangerous , To God of heaven , King Richard , and to me ; And , as I truly fight ...
... stand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lists , on Thomas Mowbray , duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and dangerous , To God of heaven , King Richard , and to me ; And , as I truly fight ...
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... Stands here for God , his sovereign , and himself , On pain to be found false and recreant , To prove the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray , A traitor to his God , his king , and him , And dares him to set forward to the fight . 2 Her ...
... Stands here for God , his sovereign , and himself , On pain to be found false and recreant , To prove the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray , A traitor to his God , his king , and him , And dares him to set forward to the fight . 2 Her ...
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... As were our England in reversion his , And he our subjects ' next degree in hope . Green . Well , he is gone ; and with him go these thoughts . Now for the rebels , which stand out in Ireland 22 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD II .
... As were our England in reversion his , And he our subjects ' next degree in hope . Green . Well , he is gone ; and with him go these thoughts . Now for the rebels , which stand out in Ireland 22 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD II .
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William Shakespeare. Now for the rebels , which stand out in Ireland ; ; - Expedient manage must be made , my liege ; Ere further leisure yield them further means , For their advantage , and your highness ' loss . K. Rich . We will ...
William Shakespeare. Now for the rebels , which stand out in Ireland ; ; - Expedient manage must be made , my liege ; Ere further leisure yield them further means , For their advantage , and your highness ' loss . K. Rich . We will ...
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... standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaied youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear , Gaunt , O ...
... standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaied youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear , Gaunt , O ...
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Seite 297 - 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.
Seite 330 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Seite 21 - 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 213 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Seite 131 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Seite 50 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Seite 322 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Seite 307 - Where some, like Magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like Merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like Soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their Emperor...
Seite 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Seite 235 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.