The Dramatic Works, Svazek 2 |
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Strana 4
... Farewell , my masters ; to my task will I ; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make , 2 Mess , Lords , view these letters , full of bad To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : mischance , France is revolted from the English ...
... Farewell , my masters ; to my task will I ; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make , 2 Mess , Lords , view these letters , full of bad To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : mischance , France is revolted from the English ...
Strana 8
... farewell ; thy hour is not yet come : I must go victual Orleans forthwith . O'ertake me , if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength . Go , go ; cheer up thy hunger - starved men ; Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours , as ...
... farewell ; thy hour is not yet come : I must go victual Orleans forthwith . O'ertake me , if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength . Go , go ; cheer up thy hunger - starved men ; Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours , as ...
Strana 11
... farewell , until I meet thee next . [ Exit . Som . Have with thee , Poole . - Farewell , ambi- [ Exit . tious Richard . Plan . How I am brav'd , and must perforce en- dure it ! War . This blot , that they object against your house ...
... farewell , until I meet thee next . [ Exit . Som . Have with thee , Poole . - Farewell , ambi- [ Exit . tious Richard . Plan . How I am brav'd , and must perforce en- dure it ! War . This blot , that they object against your house ...
Strana 12
... farewell ; and fair be all thy hopes ! And prosperous be thy life , in peace , and war ! [ Dies . Plan . And peace , no war , befall thy parting soul ! In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpass'd thy days ...
... farewell ; and fair be all thy hopes ! And prosperous be thy life , in peace , and war ! [ Dies . Plan . And peace , no war , befall thy parting soul ! In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpass'd thy days ...
Strana 19
... farewell wars in France . Enter Sir William Lucy . | | Never so needful on the earth of France , Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ; Who now is girdled with a waist of iron , And hemm'd about with grim destruction : ¡ To Bourdeaux ...
... farewell wars in France . Enter Sir William Lucy . | | Never so needful on the earth of France , Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ; Who now is girdled with a waist of iron , And hemm'd about with grim destruction : ¡ To Bourdeaux ...
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Strana 419 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Strana 230 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Strana 457 - As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 84 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined...
Strana 142 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Strana 244 - I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Strana 454 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Strana 65 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Strana 133 - ... many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Strana 452 - Their dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter.