The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Volume 3 |
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... hold this town . K. John . Acknowledge then the king , and let me in . 1st Cit . That can we not : but he that proves the king To him will we prove loyal : till that time Have we rammed up our gates against the world . K. John . Doth ...
... hold this town . K. John . Acknowledge then the king , and let me in . 1st Cit . That can we not : but he that proves the king To him will we prove loyal : till that time Have we rammed up our gates against the world . K. John . Doth ...
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... hold our town for neither ; yet for both . Enter , at one side , KING JOHN , with his power ; ELINOR , BLANCH , and the Bastard ; at the other , KING PHILIP , LEWIS , AUSTRIA , and Forces . K. John . France , hast thou yet more blood to ...
... hold our town for neither ; yet for both . Enter , at one side , KING JOHN , with his power ; ELINOR , BLANCH , and the Bastard ; at the other , KING PHILIP , LEWIS , AUSTRIA , and Forces . K. John . France , hast thou yet more blood to ...
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... hold a serpent by the tongue , A caséd lion by the mortal paw , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'st thou faith an ...
... hold a serpent by the tongue , A caséd lion by the mortal paw , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'st thou faith an ...
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... hold of both , They whirl asunder , and dismember me.- Husband , I cannot pray that thou mayst win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou mayst lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes ...
... hold of both , They whirl asunder , and dismember me.- Husband , I cannot pray that thou mayst win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou mayst lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes ...
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... hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son ! K. Phi . You are as fond of grief as of your child . Const . Grief fills the room up of my absent child ; Lies in his bed , walks up and down with me ...
... hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son ! K. Phi . You are as fond of grief as of your child . Const . Grief fills the room up of my absent child ; Lies in his bed , walks up and down with me ...
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Page 223 - 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...
Page 471 - I have ventured, 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 stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 40 - 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 128 - 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.
Page 5 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Page 197 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : 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...
Page 197 - 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; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...