William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. read more
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gored.
(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will read more
(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
(Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.
May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound.
O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
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O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,
Since that the truest issue of thy throne
By his own interdiction stands accursed
And does blaspheme his breed?
O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return! -King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
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Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
