The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Časť 38,Zväzok 3 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 94.
Strana 3
... fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjowe , Toraine , Maine : Desiring thee to lay aside the sword , Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and ...
... fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjowe , Toraine , Maine : Desiring thee to lay aside the sword , Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and ...
Strana 5
... fair five hundred pound a year . Heaven guard my mother's honour , and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land ; But ...
... fair five hundred pound a year . Heaven guard my mother's honour , and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land ; But ...
Strana 12
... fair boy , Will I not think of home , but follow arms . Const . Oh ! take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . Aust . The peace of Heaven ...
... fair boy , Will I not think of home , but follow arms . Const . Oh ! take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . Aust . The peace of Heaven ...
Strana 23
... fair - fac'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field . Persever not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we ...
... fair - fac'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field . Persever not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we ...
Strana 24
... fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . Oh ! two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in ; And two such shores to two such streams made one , Two such controlling ...
... fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . Oh ! two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in ; And two such shores to two such streams made one , Two such controlling ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death Dolphin doth Dowglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt gentle give Grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honour horse Host Hubert Kath KING HENRY King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord Majesty Master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray Prince PRINCE JOHN Prince of Wales Rich SCENE Scroop Shal shame shew Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
Populárne pasáže
Strana 81 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 394 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Strana 259 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Strana 50 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strana 130 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Strana 312 - 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Strana 435 - 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 ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Strana 183 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Strana 401 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...