The Plays of William Shakespeare, Svazek 4T. Bensley, 1803 |
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Strana 2
... thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage of your own decay.— An honourable conduct ...
... thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage of your own decay.— An honourable conduct ...
Strana 9
... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's son : Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ? -sparrow ...
... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's son : Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ? -sparrow ...
Strana 16
... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great com- mission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phil . From ...
... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermasterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great com- mission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phil . From ...
Strana 35
... thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' tis so ; I trust , I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not ...
... thou hast misspoke , misheard ; Be well advis'd , tell o'er thy tale again : It cannot be ; thou dost but say , ' tis so ; I trust , I may not trust thee ; for thy word Is but the vain breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not ...
Strana 36
... thou teach me to believe this sor- row , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; And let belief and life encounter so , As doth the fury of two desperate men , Which , in the very meeting , fall , and die.— Lewis marry Blanch ! O ...
... thou teach me to believe this sor- row , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die ; And let belief and life encounter so , As doth the fury of two desperate men , Which , in the very meeting , fall , and die.— Lewis marry Blanch ! O ...
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Strana 84 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go. by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered , — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 83 - I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart. His passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Strana 11 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up...
Strana 52 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company : banish...
Strana 39 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height!
Strana 40 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Strana 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, '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
Strana 83 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strana 83 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.