The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Հատոր 4Redfield, 1853 |
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... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O , prudent discipline ! From north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth . I'll stir them to it . - Come , away ...
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O , prudent discipline ! From north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth . I'll stir them to it . - Come , away ...
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... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . - I do not ask you much : I beg cold comfort : and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold . - I do not ask you much : I beg cold comfort : and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
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... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awak'd the sleeping rheum , and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : and ...
... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awak'd the sleeping rheum , and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : and ...
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... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York ...
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York ...
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... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too , for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenues . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too , for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenues . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently ..., Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1853 |
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Էջ 241 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Էջ 399 - 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...
Էջ 288 - 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...
Էջ 370 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon (*) up the blood...
Էջ 200 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Էջ 205 - 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...
Էջ 288 - With deaf ning clamours 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?
Էջ 226 - As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. 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.
Էջ 47 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Էջ 126 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king!