The Works of William Shakspeare, Volum 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Side 338
... Boling . May many years of happy days befall My gracious sovereign , my most loving liege ! Nor . Each day still better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befall My gracious sovereign , my most loving liege ! Nor . Each day still better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
Side 339
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
Side 341
... Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this out - dared dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such ...
... Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this out - dared dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such ...
Side 344
... Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lists , on Thomas Mowbray , duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and ...
... Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lists , on Thomas Mowbray , duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and ...
Side 345
... Boling . Mine innocency , and Saint George to thrive ! [ He takes his seat . Nor . [ Rising . ] However heaven , or fortune , cast my lot , There lives or dies , true to king Richard's throne , A loyal , just , and upright gentleman ...
... Boling . Mine innocency , and Saint George to thrive ! [ He takes his seat . Nor . [ Rising . ] However heaven , or fortune , cast my lot , There lives or dies , true to king Richard's throne , A loyal , just , and upright gentleman ...
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art thou Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear Bianca Bion blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin death dost doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear friends Gaunt gentleman give grace Gremio grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven hither honour horse Hortensio Kate Kath king knave Lady Leon liege live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam majesty marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua peace Percy Petruchio Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sirrah soul speak stand swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife wilt Witch word
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Side 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; 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.
Side 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Side 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Side 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Side 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...