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Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not Posterity , await for wretched years , in blood ? When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck , Henry is dead , and never shall revive ...
Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not Posterity , await for wretched years , in blood ? When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck , Henry is dead , and never shall revive ...
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The French exclaim'd , The devil was in arms : Speak softly : or the loss of those great towns All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : Will make him burst his lead , and rise from death .
The French exclaim'd , The devil was in arms : Speak softly : or the loss of those great towns All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : Will make him burst his lead , and rise from death .
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With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious Of Au manner of men , assembled here in arms In open markel - place produc'd they me , taunts . this day , againsi God's peace and the king's , 2 To be a public spectacle to all ; charge and ...
With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious Of Au manner of men , assembled here in arms In open markel - place produc'd they me , taunts . this day , againsi God's peace and the king's , 2 To be a public spectacle to all ; charge and ...
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And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , Come in ; and let us banquet royally , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . After this golden day of victory . [ Flourish . Exe . Puc . Talbot , farewell ; thy hour is not yet ...
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , Come in ; and let us banquet royally , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . After this golden day of victory . [ Flourish . Exe . Puc . Talbot , farewell ; thy hour is not yet ...
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Arm , arm ! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him , assault ! ... Of all exploits , since first I follow'd arms , I muse , ' we met not with the dauphin's grace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise His new ...
Arm , arm ! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him , assault ! ... Of all exploits , since first I follow'd arms , I muse , ' we met not with the dauphin's grace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise His new ...
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Page 238 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 426 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 392 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 415 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 380 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Page 255 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Page 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 277 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 63 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 131 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Volume 2 The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, William Shakespeare |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, George Steevens |
| Publisher | S. Andrus, 1829 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Apr 2007 |
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