The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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Page 182
... France . LOUIS , the Dauphin . Archduke of Austria . CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate . MELUN , a French lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . ELINOR , widow of King Henry II . and mother to King John . CONSTANCE ...
... France . LOUIS , the Dauphin . Archduke of Austria . CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate . MELUN , a French lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . ELINOR , widow of King Henry II . and mother to King John . CONSTANCE ...
Page 183
... France with us ? Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of France , In my behaviour , to the majesty , The borrow'd majesty of England here . Eli . A strange beginning ; -borrow'd majesty ! K. John . Silence , good mother ; hear ...
... France with us ? Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of France , In my behaviour , to the majesty , The borrow'd majesty of England here . Eli . A strange beginning ; -borrow'd majesty ! K. John . Silence , good mother ; hear ...
Page 184
... France and all the world , Upon the right and party of her son ? This might have been prevented and made whole With very easy arguments of love ; Which now the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate . K. John ...
... France and all the world , Upon the right and party of her son ? This might have been prevented and made whole With very easy arguments of love ; Which now the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate . K. John ...
Page 187
... France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pound a year ; Yet sell your face for five pence , and ' tis dear.- Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you ...
... France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance : Your face hath got five hundred pound a year ; Yet sell your face for five pence , and ' tis dear.- Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you ...
Page 188
... France , for France ; for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all except the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot ...
... France , for France ; for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all except the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot ...
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Page 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Page 435 - 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 in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.