The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumen16R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... tongue speaks , my right - drawn sword may prove . NOR . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : " Tis not the trial of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : The blood ...
... tongue speaks , my right - drawn sword may prove . NOR . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : " Tis not the trial of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : The blood ...
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... tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear ; And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace , Where shame doth harbour , even in Mowbray's ...
... tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear ; And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace , Where shame doth harbour , even in Mowbray's ...
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... tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue ...
... tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue ...
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... tongue a party - verdict gave 3 ; Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lower ? GAUNT . Things sweet to taste , prove in digestion sour . You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather , You would have bid me argue like a father ...
... tongue a party - verdict gave 3 ; Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lower ? GAUNT . Things sweet to taste , prove in digestion sour . You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather , You would have bid me argue like a father ...
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... tongue , Against my will to do myself this wrong . K. RICH . Cousin , farewell : —and , uncle , bid him so ; Six years we banish him , and he shall go . [ Flourish . Exeunt King RICHARD and Train . AUM . Cousin , farewell : what ...
... tongue , Against my will to do myself this wrong . K. RICH . Cousin , farewell : —and , uncle , bid him so ; Six years we banish him , and he shall go . [ Flourish . Exeunt King RICHARD and Train . AUM . Cousin , farewell : what ...
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Página 147 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Página 102 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 387 - 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
Página 206 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Página 111 - God's name, let it go : I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Página 291 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 212 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign's!
Página 34 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Página 307 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 100 - 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.