The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king ; That is well known ...
... art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king ; That is well known ...
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... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . the second and later folios do not correct the misprint , although very obvious ...
... thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . the second and later folios do not correct the misprint , although very obvious ...
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... Hast thou conspired with thy brother , too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , -Basilisco - like . What ! I am dubb'd ; I ...
... Hast thou conspired with thy brother , too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , -Basilisco - like . What ! I am dubb'd ; I ...
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... thy blood , 9 THAT art the issue of my dear offence , ] The meaning is , " Let not heaven and you , that art the issue of my dear offence , lay the transgression to my charge . " The modern reading has generally been to make a period at ...
... thy blood , 9 THAT art the issue of my dear offence , ] The meaning is , " Let not heaven and you , that art the issue of my dear offence , lay the transgression to my charge . " The modern reading has generally been to make a period at ...
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... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great commis- sion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles " ? K. Phi . From ...
... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great commis- sion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles " ? K. Phi . From ...
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394 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
502 ÆäÀÌÁö - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base. That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
560 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
540 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...