The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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Pagina 18
... land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whether I be as true begot or no ...
... land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whether I be as true begot or no ...
Pagina 19
... land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my father . With half that face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father lived , Your brother did ...
... land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , like my father . With half that face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father lived , Your brother did ...
Pagina 20
... land , as was my father's will . K. John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate ; Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him , And if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry ...
... land , as was my father's will . K. John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate ; Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him , And if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry ...
Pagina 21
... land , Would I might never stir from off this place , I would give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well : wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ...
... land , Would I might never stir from off this place , I would give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well : wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ...
Pagina 22
... 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 - made honour doth forget men's names ; 170. about ...
... 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 - made honour doth forget men's names ; 170. about ...
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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.