The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Հատոր 2 |
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Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; Posterity , await for wretched years , And death's dishonourable victory When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck ; ith our stately presence glorify , Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears ...
Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; Posterity , await for wretched years , And death's dishonourable victory When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck ; ith our stately presence glorify , Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears ...
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Uncles of Gloster , and of Winchester , Bill : 3 Winchester snatches it and tears it . The special watchmen of our English weal ; Win . Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines , To join your hearts in love and amity .
Uncles of Gloster , and of Winchester , Bill : 3 Winchester snatches it and tears it . The special watchmen of our English weal ; Win . Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines , To join your hearts in love and amity .
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My sighs and tears , and will not once relent ? And as my duty springs , so perish they Who should be piuful , if you be not ? That grudge one thought against your majesty ! Or who should study to prefer a peace , Ali .
My sighs and tears , and will not once relent ? And as my duty springs , so perish they Who should be piuful , if you be not ? That grudge one thought against your majesty ! Or who should study to prefer a peace , Ali .
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Lord Talbot , do not so dishonour me : tears , Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen , If Talbot but survive thy treachery.And will be partner of your weal , or woe . Pucelle , that witch , that damned sorceress , Bur .
Lord Talbot , do not so dishonour me : tears , Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen , If Talbot but survive thy treachery.And will be partner of your weal , or woe . Pucelle , that witch , that damned sorceress , Bur .
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3 A gentler heart did never sway in court : Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign goru ; But kings and mightiest potentates must die ; Return thee , therefore , with a flood of tears , For that's the end of human misery .
3 A gentler heart did never sway in court : Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign goru ; But kings and mightiest potentates must die ; Return thee , therefore , with a flood of tears , For that's the end of human misery .
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Էջ 252 - I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Էջ 52 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Էջ 121 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Էջ 161 - And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : 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 144 - 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 144 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Էջ 243 - O mother, mother ! 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 prevail'd, If not most mortal to him : but let it come.
Էջ 264 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours...
Էջ 298 - Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Էջ 304 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I