William Shakespeare S Selected Plays

William Shakespeare S Selected Plays

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1809 edition. Excerpt: ...O, sir, Your presence is too bold and peremptory, And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us; when we need Your use and counsel, we shallsend foryou Exit Worcest. You were about to speak. to Northumberland. Northumberland. Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your majesty: Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. Hotspur. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home: He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again;--Who, therewith angry, when I next came there, Took it in snuff: and still he smil'd, and talk'd; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them--untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest, demanded My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what; He should, or should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, 'And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) 'And telling me, the...
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  • Paperback | 140 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 263g
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236763254
  • 9781236763259