The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Svazek 7 |
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Strana 105
... number of the king exceedeth ours . For God's sake , cousin , stay till all come in . If [ the trumpet sounds a parley , Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT . Blunt . I come with gracious offers from the king , you vouchsafe me hearing and respect ...
... number of the king exceedeth ours . For God's sake , cousin , stay till all come in . If [ the trumpet sounds a parley , Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT . Blunt . I come with gracious offers from the king , you vouchsafe me hearing and respect ...
Strana 168
... numbers , and set on ? Has . We are Time's subjects , and Time bids be gone . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. London . A street . Enter HOSTESS ; FANG and his Boy with her , and SNARE following . Host . Master Fang , have you entered the ...
... numbers , and set on ? Has . We are Time's subjects , and Time bids be gone . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. London . A street . Enter HOSTESS ; FANG and his Boy with her , and SNARE following . Host . Master Fang , have you entered the ...
Strana 184
... numbers , To - day might I , hanging on Hotspur's neck , Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave . North . Beshrew your heart , Fair daughter ! you do draw my spirits from me , With new lamenting ancient oversights . But I must go , and meet ...
... numbers , To - day might I , hanging on Hotspur's neck , Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave . North . Beshrew your heart , Fair daughter ! you do draw my spirits from me , With new lamenting ancient oversights . But I must go , and meet ...
Strana 205
... numbers of the fear'd . Please it your grace , To go to bed ; upon my life , my lord , The powers that you already have sent forth , Shall bring this prize in very easily . To comfort you the more , I have received A certain instance ...
... numbers of the fear'd . Please it your grace , To go to bed ; upon my life , my lord , The powers that you already have sent forth , Shall bring this prize in very easily . To comfort you the more , I have received A certain instance ...
Strana 210
... is often so , indeed ; but not much of the father's substance . Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will serve for summer : prick him ; for we have a number of shadows to fill up 210 ACT III . KING HENRY IV . - PART II .
... is often so , indeed ; but not much of the father's substance . Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will serve for summer : prick him ; for we have a number of shadows to fill up 210 ACT III . KING HENRY IV . - PART II .
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Strana 202 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 99 - 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.
Strana 331 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Strana 287 - O, for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ; A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire Crouch for employment.
Strana 331 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon. Let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Strana 201 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 19 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 120 - O gentlemen ! the time of life is short ; To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Strana 154 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.