The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 2Blackie, 1888 - Manuscripts, English |
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... jerkin , & c . Act III . scene 2. lines 240 , 241 , ( Etching ) 280 Pet . Fear not , sweet wench , they shall not touch thee , Kate : I'll buckler thee against a million . Act IV . scene 1. line 168 , 283 Act viii CONTENTS .
... jerkin , & c . Act III . scene 2. lines 240 , 241 , ( Etching ) 280 Pet . Fear not , sweet wench , they shall not touch thee , Kate : I'll buckler thee against a million . Act IV . scene 1. line 168 , 283 Act viii CONTENTS .
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... sweet smell the air shall be per- fum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , 3 I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
... sweet smell the air shall be per- fum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , 3 I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
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... sweet duke : Methought I sat in seat of majesty In the cathedral church of Westminster , And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd ; There Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me , And on my head did set the diadem . 40 Glo ...
... sweet duke : Methought I sat in seat of majesty In the cathedral church of Westminster , And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd ; There Henry and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me , And on my head did set the diadem . 40 Glo ...
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... Sweet York , begin : and if thy claim be good , The Nevils are thy subjects to command . York . Then thus : - Edward the Third , my lords , had seven sons : The first , Edward the Black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The second , William of ...
... Sweet York , begin : and if thy claim be good , The Nevils are thy subjects to command . York . Then thus : - Edward the Third , my lords , had seven sons : The first , Edward the Black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The second , William of ...
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... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind abrook 5 The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks , still laughing at thy shame , 11 That erst did follow thy proud chariot - wheels When thou didst ride in triumph through the ...
... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind abrook 5 The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks , still laughing at thy shame , 11 That erst did follow thy proud chariot - wheels When thou didst ride in triumph through the ...
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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.