The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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Pagina 21
... I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country ...
... I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country ...
Pagina 22
... I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names ; 170. about , i.e. not perfectly straight , regular . 170. from , away from . 171. In at the window , or else o'er the hatch ; both phrases were proverbially applied ...
... I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour doth forget men's names ; 170. about , i.e. not perfectly straight , regular . 170. from , away from . 171. In at the window , or else o'er the hatch ; both phrases were proverbially applied ...
Pagina 26
... I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it had been sin : Who says it was , he lies ; I say ' twas not . [ Exeunt . 260 270 ACT II ...
... I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it had been sin : Who says it was , he lies ; I say ' twas not . [ Exeunt . 260 270 ACT II ...
Pagina 32
... I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to ' t ; i ' faith , I will , i ' faith . Blanch . O , well did he become that lion's robe That did disrobe the lion of that robe ! Bast . It lies as sightly on the back ...
... I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to ' t ; i ' faith , I will , i ' faith . Blanch . O , well did he become that lion's robe That did disrobe the lion of that robe ! Bast . It lies as sightly on the back ...
Pagina 33
... I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to thy grandam , child . Const . Do , child , go to it grandam , child ; Give grandam kingdom , and it grandam will Give it a plum , a ...
... I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to thy grandam , child . Const . Do , child , go to it grandam , child ; Give grandam kingdom , and it grandam will Give it a plum , a ...
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Pagina 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — 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.
Pagina 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Pagina 70 - 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.
Pagina 195 - 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!
Pagina 163 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.