The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Zväzok 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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Strana 7
... hand , That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars ; Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
... hand , That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars ; Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
Strana 14
... hand for hand , I give . Glo . Ay ; but , I fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends , and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I ...
... hand for hand , I give . Glo . Ay ; but , I fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends , and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I ...
Strana 23
... hand to hand . La Pucelle is taken . The French fly . York . Damsel of France , I think I have you fast : Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms , And try if they can gain your liberty.- A goodly prize , fit for the devil's grace ...
... hand to hand . La Pucelle is taken . The French fly . York . Damsel of France , I think I have you fast : Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms , And try if they can gain your liberty.- A goodly prize , fit for the devil's grace ...
Strana 32
... hand : - I say , my sovereign , York is meetest man * To be your regent in the realm of France . Suff . Before we make election , give me leave ' To show some reason , of no little force , " That York is most unmeet of any man . York ...
... hand : - I say , my sovereign , York is meetest man * To be your regent in the realm of France . Suff . Before we make election , give me leave ' To show some reason , of no little force , " That York is most unmeet of any man . York ...
Strana 40
... hand . " York . I am content : Provide me soldiers , lords , ' Whiles I take order for mine own affairs . ' Mess . Great lords , from Ireland am I come Who , cherish'd in your breasts , will sting your * Shall blow ten thousand souls to ...
... hand . " York . I am content : Provide me soldiers , lords , ' Whiles I take order for mine own affairs . ' Mess . Great lords , from Ireland am I come Who , cherish'd in your breasts , will sting your * Shall blow ten thousand souls to ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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Strana 242 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Strana 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 396 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strana 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Strana 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Strana 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Strana 403 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strana 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Strana 67 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; 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 yean; So many years...
Strana 135 - 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.