The comedies, histories, tragedies and poems of William Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. National ed. [6], Tom 1 |
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... England , ' and was first printed in 1591. The German critics agree in giving the original authorship to Shakspere . Assuming that Shakspere did not write the ' King John ' of 1591 , it is impossible now , except on very general ...
... England , ' and was first printed in 1591. The German critics agree in giving the original authorship to Shakspere . Assuming that Shakspere did not write the ' King John ' of 1591 , it is impossible now , except on very general ...
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... England . Appears , Act I. sc . 1 . WILLIAM LONGSWORD , Earl of Salisbury . Appears , Act I. sc . 1. Act III . sc . 1. Act IV . sc . 2 ; sc . 3 . Act V. sc . 2 ; sc . 4 ; sc . 7 . ROBERT BIGOT , Earl of Norfolk . Appears , Act IV . sc ...
... England . Appears , Act I. sc . 1 . WILLIAM LONGSWORD , Earl of Salisbury . Appears , Act I. sc . 1. Act III . sc . 1. Act IV . sc . 2 ; sc . 3 . Act V. sc . 2 ; sc . 4 ; sc . 7 . ROBERT BIGOT , Earl of Norfolk . Appears , Act IV . sc ...
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... England , hedg'd in with the main , That water - walled bulwark , still secure And confident from foreign purposes , Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king : till then , fair boy , Will I not think of home ...
... England , hedg'd in with the main , That water - walled bulwark , still secure And confident from foreign purposes , Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king : till then , fair boy , Will I not think of home ...
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... England ; if that war return From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and , for that England's sake , With burthen of our armour here we sweat : This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; But thou from loving ...
... England ; if that war return From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and , for that England's sake , With burthen of our armour here we sweat : This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; But thou from loving ...
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... England was Geffrey's right , And this is Geffrey's , in the name of God . How comes it , then , that thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. JOHN . From ...
... England was Geffrey's right , And this is Geffrey's , in the name of God . How comes it , then , that thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. JOHN . From ...
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Strona 428 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Strona 352 - 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.
Strona 225 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Strona 286 - Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Strona 275 - I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strona 335 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Strona 152 - 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?
Strona 452 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
Strona 152 - 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...
Strona 225 - 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, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.