Then might you hear each valiant knight Then said he thus, O pale is desolate. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge There was a time, so ancient records tell Therefore give out you are of Epidamnus These are all virtues of a meaner rank They cast me then a young and musing mother They couched their spears and pricked their steeds, and thus They ended parle, and both addressed for fight They have drawn to the field They pass the bitter waves of Acheron They sought the bark, a weary pilot first PAGE 511 504 139 218 383 504 107 273 498 28 488 33 115 526 122 340 508 54 373 592 330 215 270 389 337 498 520 127 522 505 24 Thilke ground that berith the wedis wicke 122 65 136 70 This day a solemn feast the people hold 47 This day is called the feast of Crispian 211 'Tis certain greatness, once fallen out with fortune 'Tis done, and power, brute power, hath now usurped 'Tis late, the gathering clouds like meeting armies 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus. 'Tis poor, and not becoming perfect gentry. 'Tis said a stranger in the days of old. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet Titanum soboles, socia nostri sanguinis To a mouse says a miser, my dear Mr Mouse To be good is to be happy: angels 550 To be the chief of honourable men 33 116 Walking next day upon the fatal shore We are three queens, whose sovereign fell before We gave the signe of battaile, shouts are raised We have gone too far. We have strict statutes and most biting laws We here protest it, and are covetous We must not be too hasty: remember, Sir We must not only arm to invade the French We only who with innocence unshaken We see the ships that in the main are tossed Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's Well, there's now no time of calling back 283 547 281 52 139 149 249 454 120 69 423 297 278 461 35 15 493 141 310 114 160 545 205 588 40 551 What have I omitted What he has vanquished all impediment What heavenly voice is that that follows me 25 584 204 281 313 210 What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? 317 What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk forth 357 What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones. What though we shroud in savage den What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy 115 560 269 551 257 597 557 539 447 217 What would'st thou have, good fellow 327 299 321 356 172 574 70 When youth not bridled with a guiding stay Where shall my song begin, ye Nymphs, or end Who is it that consorts so late the dead Who looks upon this world and not beyond Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce Whose lodging's this? is 't not the astrologer's? Why was I framed with this plain, honest heart 405 514 183 323 163 145 432 208 589 390 428 447 166 23 31 210 189 106 590 233 136 242 22 238 149 240 223 134 Wise are ye in a wisdom vainly sought 82 273 With war-songs and wild music they came on 100 Wit's perfection, beauty's wonder 560 Within the navel of this hideous wood 109 Within which dreadful prison when we came 247 Worst in this royal presence may I speak . 422 You are my true and honourable wife You cannot 'scape our strength, you must yield, lady You have not, as good patriots should do, studied You might have lived in servitude or exile. Your coming, friend, revives me; for I learn Your glorious father, my victorious lord Your tyranny drew us from our obedience 235 86 333 186 88 413 154 169 215 274 206 375 |