The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Blackie, 1888 - Manuscripts, English |
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... Keep . Say , what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens ? Act III . scene 2. lines 194 , 195 , . 140 Glo . Can I do this , and cannot get a crown ? Tut , were it further off , I'll pluck it down . Glo . Sprawl'st thou ? take that ...
... Keep . Say , what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens ? Act III . scene 2. lines 194 , 195 , . 140 Glo . Can I do this , and cannot get a crown ? Tut , were it further off , I'll pluck it down . Glo . Sprawl'st thou ? take that ...
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... keep by policy what Henry got ? Have you yourselves , [ Somerset , Bucking- ham , Brave York , Salisbury , and victorious War- ' wick , ] Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy ? [ Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself , With all ...
... keep by policy what Henry got ? Have you yourselves , [ Somerset , Bucking- ham , Brave York , Salisbury , and victorious War- ' wick , ] Receiv'd deep scars in France and Normandy ? [ Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself , With all ...
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... keep it still . Glo . Ay , uncle , we will keep it , if we can ; But now it is impossible we should : Suffolk , the new made duke that rules the roast , 109 Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whose ...
... keep it still . Glo . Ay , uncle , we will keep it , if we can ; But now it is impossible we should : Suffolk , the new made duke that rules the roast , 109 Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whose ...
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... keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd.4 50 Glo . Nay , be not angry ; I am pleas'd again . ] Enter Messenger . Mess . My lord protector , ' t is his highness ' pleasure You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's , Where as the ...
... keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd.4 50 Glo . Nay , be not angry ; I am pleas'd again . ] Enter Messenger . Mess . My lord protector , ' t is his highness ' pleasure You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's , Where as the ...
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... keeping my house , and lands , and wife and all , from me . 21 Suf . Thy wife too ! that's some wrong , indeed . What's yours ? What's here ? [ Reads ] 1 Her attainture , i e . her being attainted , or impeached for treason . 2 Sort ...
... keeping my house , and lands , and wife and all , from me . 21 Suf . Thy wife too ! that's some wrong , indeed . What's yours ? What's here ? [ Reads ] 1 Her attainture , i e . her being attainted , or impeached for treason . 2 Sort ...
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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.