The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... fears were , that the interview , betwixt England and France , might , through their amity , Breed him some prejudice ; for from this league Peep'd harms that menac'd him : He privily Deals with our cardinal ; and , as I trow , - Which ...
... fears were , that the interview , betwixt England and France , might , through their amity , Breed him some prejudice ; for from this league Peep'd harms that menac'd him : He privily Deals with our cardinal ; and , as I trow , - Which ...
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... fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example , in their issue ...
... fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example , in their issue ...
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... fear'd , the French would prove perfidious , To the king's danger . Presently the duke Said , ' Twas the fear , indeed ; and that he doubted , ' Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk ; That oft , says he , Hath ...
... fear'd , the French would prove perfidious , To the king's danger . Presently the duke Said , ' Twas the fear , indeed ; and that he doubted , ' Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk ; That oft , says he , Hath ...
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... fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ...
... fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ...
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... fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too much . Wol . In the next chamber . K. Hen . Lead in your ladies , every one . - Sweet partner , I must not yet forsake you : -Let's be merry ; — * The chief place . + ...
... fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too much . Wol . In the next chamber . K. Hen . Lead in your ladies , every one . - Sweet partner , I must not yet forsake you : -Let's be merry ; — * The chief place . + ...
Common terms and phrases
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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Էջ 173 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Էջ 281 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Էջ 70 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Էջ 130 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Էջ 70 - 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 104 - 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 173 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Էջ 72 - 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 401 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Էջ 425 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.