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... Heaven save thy grace , majesty , I should say ; for grace thou wilt have none , - P. Hen . What ! none ? Fal . No , by my troth ; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter . P. Hen . Well , how then ? come , roundly ...
... Heaven save thy grace , majesty , I should say ; for grace thou wilt have none , - P. Hen . What ! none ? Fal . No , by my troth ; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter . P. Hen . Well , how then ? come , roundly ...
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... Heaven thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought : An old lord of the council rated me the other day , in the street , about you , sir , but I marked him not and yet he talked very wisely , but I regard . ed him ...
... Heaven thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought : An old lord of the council rated me the other day , in the street , about you , sir , but I marked him not and yet he talked very wisely , but I regard . ed him ...
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... guns , and drums , and wounds , - ( Heaven save the mark ! ) →→ And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmacity , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , so it was с 3 SCENE III . ] 17 THE FIRST PART .
... guns , and drums , and wounds , - ( Heaven save the mark ! ) →→ And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmacity , for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity , so it was с 3 SCENE III . ] 17 THE FIRST PART .
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... Heaven pardon ! ) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition ; From whence he , intercepted , did return To be depos'd , and , shortly , murdered . Hot . But , soft , I pray you ; Did King Richard then Proclaim my brother , Edmund Mortimer ...
... Heaven pardon ! ) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition ; From whence he , intercepted , did return To be depos'd , and , shortly , murdered . Hot . But , soft , I pray you ; Did King Richard then Proclaim my brother , Edmund Mortimer ...
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... Heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . Wor . You start away , And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep . Hot . Nay , I ...
... Heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . Wor . You start away , And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Those prisoners you shall keep . Hot . Nay , I ...
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Antonio art thou Bard Bardolph Bass Bassanio Beatr Beatrice Bened blood BORACHIO brother chuse Claud Claudio CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke EARL EARL OF WESTMORELAND Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith FALSTAFF father fear Fluellen France Friar GENTLEMEN give GLOSTER Gower grace Gratiano Harfleur Harry hath hear heart Heaven Hero honour Host HOSTESS HOTSPUR Jessica KING HENRY knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato liege look lord Lorenzo majesty marry Master Master Constable merry Nerissa never night noble Pedro Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray thee PRINCE JOHN PRINCE OF WALES Sala SCENE Shal Shallow shalt Shylock Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier speak swear sweet sword tell thing thou art thou hast thou wilt Trumpets unto Venice WESTMORELAND
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Page 47 - 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, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them. With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Page 70 - 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.
Page 5 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 15 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd 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 wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 17 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Page 9 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes
Page 6 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 47 - 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 ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...
Page 18 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 47 - 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.