The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumen4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... Bast . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I suppose , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
... Bast . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I suppose , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
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... Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children ...
... Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children ...
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... Bast . Well , sir , by this you cannot get my land ; Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once despatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there with the emperor , To treat of high affairs touching that time : The ...
... Bast . Well , sir , by this you cannot get my land ; Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once despatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there with the emperor , To treat of high affairs touching that time : The ...
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... Bast . Madam , an if my brother had my shape , And I had his , Sir Robert his , like him : And if my legs were two such riding - rods , My arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose ...
... Bast . Madam , an if my brother had my shape , And I had his , Sir Robert his , like him : And if my legs were two such riding - rods , My arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose ...
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... Bast . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan ...
... Bast . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan ...
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Página 90 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 117 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Página 224 - 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 116 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 41 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.