The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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Pagina 8
... faith indur'd he many a storme , And set himselfe against the Man of Rome , Untill base treason ( by a damned wight ) Did all his former triumphs put to flight . The appeal was well calculated , and it was enforced by a bold ...
... faith indur'd he many a storme , And set himselfe against the Man of Rome , Untill base treason ( by a damned wight ) Did all his former triumphs put to flight . The appeal was well calculated , and it was enforced by a bold ...
Pagina 32
... 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 of him As great Alcides ' shows upon an ass : But , ass , I'll take that ...
... 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 of him As great Alcides ' shows upon an ass : But , ass , I'll take that ...
Pagina 36
... displaced . 230. To make a faithless error in your ears , to seduce you to a breach of faith . 220 230 240 233. Forwearied , wearied out . 242. greens , meads . And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear 36 King John ACT II.
... displaced . 230. To make a faithless error in your ears , to seduce you to a breach of faith . 220 230 240 233. Forwearied , wearied out . 242. greens , meads . And then our arms , like to a muzzled bear 36 King John ACT II.
Pagina 48
... faith , this league that we have made Will give her sadness very little cure . Brother of England , how may we content This widow lady ? In her right we came ; Which we , God knows , have turn'd another way , To our own vantage . K ...
... faith , this league that we have made Will give her sadness very little cure . Brother of England , how may we content This widow lady ? In her right we came ; Which we , God knows , have turn'd another way , To our own vantage . K ...
Pagina 49
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. That broker , that still breaks the pate of faith , That daily break - vow , he that wins of all , Of kings , of beggars , old men , young men , maids , 570 Who , having no external thing to ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. That broker , that still breaks the pate of faith , That daily break - vow , he that wins of all , Of kings , of beggars , old men , young men , maids , 570 Who , having no external thing to ...
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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.