The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volume 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... friend : Forego the easier . Blanch . That's the curse of Rome . Const . O Lewis , stand fast ; the devil tempts thee here , In likeness of a new untrimmed bride . Blanch . The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith , But from her ...
... friend : Forego the easier . Blanch . That's the curse of Rome . Const . O Lewis , stand fast ; the devil tempts thee here , In likeness of a new untrimmed bride . Blanch . The Lady Constance speaks not from her faith , But from her ...
Page 33
... and continue friends . Pand . All form is formless , order orderless , Save what is opposite to England's love . Therefore to arms ! be champion of our church ! Or let the church , our mother , breathe her SC . I. 33 KING JOHN .
... and continue friends . Pand . All form is formless , order orderless , Save what is opposite to England's love . Therefore to arms ! be champion of our church ! Or let the church , our mother , breathe her SC . I. 33 KING JOHN .
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... friend , thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . Give me thy hand . I had a thing to say , - But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee ...
... friend , thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly cherished . Give me thy hand . I had a thing to say , - But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee ...
Page 38
... friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K ...
... friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K ...
Page 39
... friends slain ? And bloody England into England gone , O'erbearing interruption , spite of France ? Lew . What he hath won , that hath he fortified : So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause ...
... friends slain ? And bloody England into England gone , O'erbearing interruption , spite of France ? Lew . What he hath won , that hath he fortified : So hot a speed with such advice dispos'd , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause ...
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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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Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.