The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... . 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.
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... 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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Page 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.
Page 442 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 442 - 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 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.
Page 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.
Page 414 - 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 ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...