The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Հատոր 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Արդյունքներ 86–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Honour , knock but at the Gate , And he himself will answer . Enter Northumberland . Bard . Here comes the Earl . North . What news , Lord Bardolph ? Ev'ry minute now Should be the Father of fome Stratagem . The Times are wild ...
... Honour , knock but at the Gate , And he himself will answer . Enter Northumberland . Bard . Here comes the Earl . North . What news , Lord Bardolph ? Ev'ry minute now Should be the Father of fome Stratagem . The Times are wild ...
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... Honour , for a filken Point Ill give my Barony . Never talk of it . Noth . Why fhould the Gentleman that rode by Travers Give then fuch Inflances of Lofs ? Bard . Who he ? He was fome heilding Fellow , that had stoľn The Horse he rode ...
... Honour , for a filken Point Ill give my Barony . Never talk of it . Noth . Why fhould the Gentleman that rode by Travers Give then fuch Inflances of Lofs ? Bard . Who he ? He was fome heilding Fellow , that had stoľn The Horse he rode ...
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... Honour is at Pawn , And but my going , nothing can redeem it . L. Percy . Oh yet , for Heav'ns fake , go not to these Wars The time was , Father , when you broke your Word , When you were more endear'd to it , than now , When your own ...
... Honour is at Pawn , And but my going , nothing can redeem it . L. Percy . Oh yet , for Heav'ns fake , go not to these Wars The time was , Father , when you broke your Word , When you were more endear'd to it , than now , When your own ...
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... Honour , no abuse . P. Henry . Not to difpraise me , and call me Pantler , and Bread - chopper , and I know not what ? Fal . No abuse , Hal . Poins . No abufe ! Fal . No abuse , Ned , in the World ; honeft Ned , none . I difprais'd him ...
... Honour , no abuse . P. Henry . Not to difpraise me , and call me Pantler , and Bread - chopper , and I know not what ? Fal . No abuse , Hal . Poins . No abufe ! Fal . No abuse , Ned , in the World ; honeft Ned , none . I difprais'd him ...
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... Honours . You , Lord Archbishop , Whofe See is by a Civil Peace maintain❜d , Whofe Beard the Silver Hand of Peace hath touch'd , Whofe Learning and good Letters Peace hath tutor❜d , Whose white Investments figure Innocence , The Dove ...
... Honours . You , Lord Archbishop , Whofe See is by a Civil Peace maintain❜d , Whofe Beard the Silver Hand of Peace hath touch'd , Whofe Learning and good Letters Peace hath tutor❜d , Whose white Investments figure Innocence , The Dove ...
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Էջ 103 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Էջ 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Էջ 151 - 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...
Էջ 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Էջ 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Էջ 367 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Էջ 367 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Էջ 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Էջ 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Էջ 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.