The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Svazek 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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Strana 9
... lies ; 4 That she may boast , she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I see , our wars ( 3 ) Wonder . ( 4 ) i e . Where she dwells . Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport ...
... lies ; 4 That she may boast , she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even so ? Nay , then , I see , our wars ( 3 ) Wonder . ( 4 ) i e . Where she dwells . Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport ...
Strana 15
... lies . Bur . What wills lord Talbot , pleaseth Burgundy Tal . But yet , before we go , let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford , late deceas'd , But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen ; ( 4 ) Make some necessary dispositions . ( 5 ) ...
... lies . Bur . What wills lord Talbot , pleaseth Burgundy Tal . But yet , before we go , let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford , late deceas'd , But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen ; ( 4 ) Make some necessary dispositions . ( 5 ) ...
Strana 20
... lies ; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame . horse : I owe him little duty , and ... lie in one tomb ? John . Ay , rather than I'll shame my mother's womb . Tal . Upon my blessing I command thee go ...
... lies ; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame . horse : I owe him little duty , and ... lie in one tomb ? John . Ay , rather than I'll shame my mother's womb . Tal . Upon my blessing I command thee go ...
Strana 21
... lies inhersed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms . Bast . Hew them to pieces , hack their bones asunder ; Whose life was England's glory , Gallia's wonder . Char . O , no ; forbear : for that which we have fled During ...
... lies inhersed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms . Bast . Hew them to pieces , hack their bones asunder ; Whose life was England's glory , Gallia's wonder . Char . O , no ; forbear : for that which we have fled During ...
Strana 47
... lies , for I invented it myself . [ Aside . ] -Go to , sirrah , Tell the king from me , that - for his father's sake , Henry the Fifth , in whose time boys content he shall reign ; but I'll be protector over him . went to span - counter ...
... lies , for I invented it myself . [ Aside . ] -Go to , sirrah , Tell the king from me , that - for his father's sake , Henry the Fifth , in whose time boys content he shall reign ; but I'll be protector over him . went to span - counter ...
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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 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Strana 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strana 417 - 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...
Strana 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Strana 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Strana 228 - 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 colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Strana 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strana 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.