The Works of William Shakespeare: King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus AndronicusMacmillan, 1865 |
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... Serv . How now ! what is't ? A noble troop of strangers ; 55 For so they seem : they've left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , 41. beholding ] beholden ...
... Serv . How now ! what is't ? A noble troop of strangers ; 55 For so they seem : they've left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , 41. beholding ] beholden ...
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... Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You depend upon him , I mean ? Serv . Sir , I do depend upon the Lord . Pan . You depend upon a noble gentleman ; I must needs praise him . Serv . The Lord be praised ! Pan . You know me ...
... Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You depend upon him , I mean ? Serv . Sir , I do depend upon the Lord . Pan . You depend upon a noble gentleman ; I must needs praise him . Serv . The Lord be praised ! Pan . You know me ...
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... Serv . At mine , sir , and theirs that love music . Pan . Command , I mean , friend . Serv . Who shall I command , sir ? Pan . Friend , we understand not one another : I am too courtly , and thou art too cunning . At whose request do ...
... Serv . At mine , sir , and theirs that love music . Pan . Command , I mean , friend . Serv . Who shall I command , sir ? Pan . Friend , we understand not one another : I am too courtly , and thou art too cunning . At whose request do ...
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... Serv . Wine , wine , wine ! -What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servingman . [ Exit . Sec . Serv . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for him . Cotus ! [ Exit . 14. hours ] Houres F , F2 Hours F3F4 house ...
... Serv . Wine , wine , wine ! -What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servingman . [ Exit . Sec . Serv . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for him . Cotus ! [ Exit . 14. hours ] Houres F , F2 Hours F3F4 house ...
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... Serv . Whence are you , sir ? Has the porter his eyes in his head , that he gives entrance to such compa- nions ? Pray , get you out . Cor . Away ! Sec . Serv . ' Away ! ' get you away . Cor . Now thou'rt troublesome . Sec . Serv . Are ...
... Serv . Whence are you , sir ? Has the porter his eyes in his head , that he gives entrance to such compa- nions ? Pray , get you out . Cor . Away ! Sec . Serv . ' Away ! ' get you away . Cor . Now thou'rt troublesome . Sec . Serv . Are ...
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Page 145 - In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 88 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
Page 199 - Keeps honour bright; to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way...
Page 88 - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting (Which was a sin), yet, in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Page 114 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 200 - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Page 146 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 79 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...
Page 76 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 145 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!