The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Հատոր 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... doth grin , For one to thrust his band between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay Hands on York , who struggles . Cliff ...
... doth grin , For one to thrust his band between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay Hands on York , who struggles . Cliff ...
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... doth make them most admir'd ; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : ' Tis government , that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof makes thee abominable : Thou art as opposite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as ...
... doth make them most admir'd ; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : ' Tis government , that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof makes thee abominable : Thou art as opposite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as ...
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... , he bore him in the thickest troop , As doth a lion in a herd of neat : Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs ; Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him. ACT II .
... , he bore him in the thickest troop , As doth a lion in a herd of neat : Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs ; Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him. ACT II .
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... doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon ; Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay ! — O Clifford , boist'rous Clifford , thou hast slain The flower of Europe for ...
... doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon ; Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay ! — O Clifford , boist'rous Clifford , thou hast slain The flower of Europe for ...
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... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. Hen . Ay , as the rocks cheer them that fear their To see this sight , it irks my very soul.— [ wreck : - Withhold revenge , dear God ! ' tis not my fault , Not wittingly have I ...
... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. Hen . Ay , as the rocks cheer them that fear their To see this sight , it irks my very soul.— [ wreck : - Withhold revenge , dear God ! ' tis not my fault , Not wittingly have I ...
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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.