The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Հատոր 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... better far than his . War . But prove it , Henry , and thou shalt be king . K. Hen . Henry the fourth by conquest got the crown . York . " Twas by rebellion against his king . K. Hen . I know not what to say ; my title's weak . Tell me ...
... better far than his . War . But prove it , Henry , and thou shalt be king . K. Hen . Henry the fourth by conquest got the crown . York . " Twas by rebellion against his king . K. Hen . I know not what to say ; my title's weak . Tell me ...
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... better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons , and brother , at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a slight contention ...
... better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons , and brother , at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a slight contention ...
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... better than the male . Enter a Messenger . But what art thou , whose heavy looks foretel Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? Mess . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the noble duke of York was slain , Your princely ...
... better than the male . Enter a Messenger . But what art thou , whose heavy looks foretel Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? Mess . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the noble duke of York was slain , Your princely ...
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... thou yield the crown ? [ dare you speak ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick ? When you and I met at St. Albans last , Your legs did better service than your hands . War . Then ' twas my turn to fly , 28 ACT 2 . THIRD PART OF.
... thou yield the crown ? [ dare you speak ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick ? When you and I met at St. Albans last , Your legs did better service than your hands . War . Then ' twas my turn to fly , 28 ACT 2 . THIRD PART OF.
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... better ; then , another best ; Both tugging to be victors , breast to breast , Yet neither conqueror , nor conquered : So is the equal poise of this fell war . Here on this molehill will I sit me down . To whom God will , there be the ...
... better ; then , another best ; Both tugging to be victors , breast to breast , Yet neither conqueror , nor conquered : So is the equal poise of this fell war . Here on this molehill will I sit me down . To whom God will , there be the ...
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Էջ 56 - 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.
Էջ 53 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This 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.
Էջ 84 - 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.
Էջ 53 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Էջ 48 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Էջ 49 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Էջ 93 - Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Էջ 9 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Էջ 19 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...
Էջ 104 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.