The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Blackie, 1888 - Manuscripts, English |
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... hast prevail'd in right ! Smith . The clerk of Chatham : he can write and read and cast accompt . Cade . O monstrous ! Act III . scene 1. lines 228-230 , . 38 Act IV . scene 4. line 8 , 56 • Queen . Or as the snake , roll'd in a ...
... hast prevail'd in right ! Smith . The clerk of Chatham : he can write and read and cast accompt . Cade . O monstrous ! Act III . scene 1. lines 228-230 , . 38 Act IV . scene 4. line 8 , 56 • Queen . Or as the snake , roll'd in a ...
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... Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou still be hammering3 treachery , To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let ...
... Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou still be hammering3 treachery , To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let ...
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... hast thou rack'd , 1 the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . 131 Som . Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.2 Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders hath exceeded ...
... hast thou rack'd , 1 the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . 131 Som . Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.2 Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders hath exceeded ...
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... hast thou been long blind , and now re- stor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an ' t please your grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an ' t like your worship . 8o Glo . Hadst thou been his mother ...
... hast thou been long blind , and now re- stor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an ' t please your grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an ' t like your worship . 8o Glo . Hadst thou been his mother ...
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... hast prevail'd in right. Glo . A subtle knave ! but yet it shall not serve.- 104 Let me see thine eyes : wink ' now : now open them : In my opinion yet thou seest not well . Simp . Yes , master , clear as day , I thank God and Saint ...
... hast prevail'd in right. Glo . A subtle knave ! but yet it shall not serve.- 104 Let me see thine eyes : wink ' now : now open them : In my opinion yet thou seest not well . Simp . Yes , master , clear as day , I thank God and Saint ...
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battle Bianca blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buckingham Cade called Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Compare crown daughter death doth Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward emendation England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairy father fear France Gaunt give Gloster Gloucester grace Grumio hand hath heart heaven Henry VI Hermia Holinshed honour Hortensio house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade John John of Gaunt Kath King Henry kyng Lady Lancaster Line London lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio Malone Margaret married means never noble old play passage Petruchio Prince Puck Pyramus Queen Rich Richard Richard II RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE seems sense Shakespeare shalt Somerset speak speech Steevens Suffolk sweet tell thee thine traitor Tranio True Tragedy unto Warwick wife word
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Page 329 - And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 432 - Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 416 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 50 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and, whereas before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used and, contrary to the King his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.