The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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Pagina 10
... honour we can hardly assign to the Constance of history , who repudiated her second husband and married a third in the very year in which her dramatic counterpart gives Austria ' a widow's thanks ' for championing her son ( Stone's Hol ...
... honour we can hardly assign to the Constance of history , who repudiated her second husband and married a third in the very year in which her dramatic counterpart gives Austria ' a widow's thanks ' for championing her son ( Stone's Hol ...
Pagina 17
... honour - giving hand Of Cordelion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? 37. manage , procedure , ad- ministration ...
... honour - giving hand Of Cordelion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? 37. manage , procedure , ad- ministration ...
Pagina 18
... honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , a ' pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my ...
... honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , a ' pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my ...
Pagina 21
... . sir Nob , Sir Robert . 140 150 160 153. sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear ; carrying on the jest of v . 94 , where it was valued at a groat ( i.e. 4d . ) . My father gave me honour , yours gave land . 21 SC . I King John.
... . sir Nob , Sir Robert . 140 150 160 153. sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear ; carrying on the jest of v . 94 , where it was valued at a groat ( i.e. 4d . ) . My father gave me honour , yours gave land . 21 SC . I King John.
Pagina 22
... honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady . ' Good den , sir Richard ! ' - ' God - a - mercy , fel- low ! ' - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new ...
... honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady . ' Good den , sir Richard ! ' - ' God - a - mercy , fel- low ! ' - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new ...
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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.