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1st folio 1st quarto Anne Aquitaine Armado Biron blood Boyet Brakenbury brother Buckingham Camb Catesby character Clarence Clarke Coll comedy Costard crown dear death Dorset dost doth Duchess Duke Dull Dumain early eds edition Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair favour fear folio folio reading fools forsworn friends gentle give Gloster grace hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry Holofernes Jaquenetta Johnson Katherine King of Navarre King Richard l'envoy lady live Longaville look Lord Hastings Love's Love's Labour's Lost madam Malone Maria mean Moth Murderer murther Nathaniel Navarre never noble oath pedant play Pompey praise prince Princess quartos read Queen Elizabeth Queen Margaret Ratcliff rhyme Rich Richard III Richmond Rosaline Scene Schmidt Shakespeare Shakspere soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet tell thee Theo thing thou tongue Tower unto wench word Worthies
Page 156 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 87 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Page 37 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 123 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 63 - Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Page 63 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 15 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 121 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...