The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry VC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... blood is hot that must be cool'd for this : Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
... blood is hot that must be cool'd for this : Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
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... blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength , As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good ...
... blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength , As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good ...
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... blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me for justice , and rough chastisement ; And by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent ...
... blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me for justice , and rough chastisement ; And by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent ...
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... blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so art thou ; Free speech , and fearless , I to thee allow . Nor . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy ...
... blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so art thou ; Free speech , and fearless , I to thee allow . Nor . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy ...
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... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K.Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe ...
... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K.Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe ...
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Page 309 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: 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.
Page 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Page 229 - 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.
Page 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Page 306 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 229 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Page 482 - 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 : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so...
Page 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.