The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. The tragedy of King Richard II. The first part of King Henry IV. The second part of King Henry IV. The life of King Henry VG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... fair queen , Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord The verier wag o ' the two ? Pol . We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i ' the sun ...
... fair queen , Two lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to - morrow as to - day , And to be boy eternal . Her . Was not my lord The verier wag o ' the two ? Pol . We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i ' the sun ...
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... fair Bohemia ; and remember well , I mentioned a son o ' the king's , which Florizel I now name to you ; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita , now grown in grace Equal with wondering : what of her ensues I list not prophesy ; but ...
... fair Bohemia ; and remember well , I mentioned a son o ' the king's , which Florizel I now name to you ; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita , now grown in grace Equal with wondering : what of her ensues I list not prophesy ; but ...
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... fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if * Far - fetched . I be not thine . To this I am most constant , Though destiny say no . Be merry , gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing ...
... fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if * Far - fetched . I be not thine . To this I am most constant , Though destiny say no . Be merry , gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing ...
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... be to you both , And welcome to our shearing ! * Appearance . Shepherdess , - Pol . A fair one are you - well you fit our ages With flowers of winter . 80 Per . Sir , the year growing ancient , 52 [ ACT IV . THE WINTER'S TALE .
... be to you both , And welcome to our shearing ! * Appearance . Shepherdess , - Pol . A fair one are you - well you fit our ages With flowers of winter . 80 Per . Sir , the year growing ancient , 52 [ ACT IV . THE WINTER'S TALE .
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William Shakespeare. Would blow you through and through . Now , my fair'st friend . I would I had some flowers o ' the spring that might Become your time of day ; and yours , and yours , That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your ...
William Shakespeare. Would blow you through and through . Now , my fair'st friend . I would I had some flowers o ' the spring that might Become your time of day ; and yours , and yours , That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your ...
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Página 472 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Página 135 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Página 505 - 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: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves...
Página 330 - 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 in that word, honour ? What is that honour?
Página 387 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.
Página 330 - 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 in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
Página 465 - A made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John!" quoth I; "what, man! be o
Página 169 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 216 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...