The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volumen6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... art thou in a trance ? Elianor . Philip awake , the man is in a dreame . Phil . Phillipus atavis ædite Regibus . What saist thou Philip , sprung of auncient kings ? Quo me rapit tempestas ? What winde of honour blowes this furie forth ...
... art thou in a trance ? Elianor . Philip awake , the man is in a dreame . Phil . Phillipus atavis ædite Regibus . What saist thou Philip , sprung of auncient kings ? Quo me rapit tempestas ? What winde of honour blowes this furie forth ...
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... art thou ? Robert . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty King - That is well ...
... art thou ? Robert . The son and heir to that same Faulcon- bridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty King - That is well ...
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... thou at Sir Robert ? He is Sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave 24 ACT I. KING JOHN .
... thou at Sir Robert ? He is Sir Robert's son , and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave 24 ACT I. KING JOHN .
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... thou give us leave a while ? Gurney . Good leave , good Philip . - Bast ... thou conspired with thy brother , too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ... Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which B2 SC . 1 . 25 KING JOHN ...
... thou give us leave a while ? Gurney . Good leave , good Philip . - Bast ... thou conspired with thy brother , too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine ... Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which B2 SC . 1 . 25 KING JOHN ...
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... Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . Bast . Now , by this light ... thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to Hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall ...
... Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . Bast . Now , by this light ... thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to Hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall ...
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Página 467 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Página 380 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Página 467 - 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...
Página 370 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 199 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Página 166 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Página 198 - 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...
Página 293 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 65 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 467 - 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...