The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Strana 42
... Pray , that their burdens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd : But on this day , let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains break , that are not this day made ; This day all things begun come to ill end ...
... Pray , that their burdens may not fall this day , Lest that their hopes prodigiously be cross'd : But on this day , let seamen fear no wreck ; No bargains break , that are not this day made ; This day all things begun come to ill end ...
Strana 49
... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them ; but , if not , then know , The peril of our curses light on thee , So ... pray to thee , 7 the truth , thou art unsure To swear , SWEARS only not to be forsworn ; ] . e . " the truth , which ...
... prayers come in , If thou vouchsafe them ; but , if not , then know , The peril of our curses light on thee , So ... pray to thee , 7 the truth , thou art unsure To swear , SWEARS only not to be forsworn ; ] . e . " the truth , which ...
Strana 50
... pray that thou may'st win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou may'st lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that side shall I lose ; Assured loss , before the ...
... pray that thou may'st win ; Uncle , I needs must pray that thou may'st lose ; Father , I may not wish the fortune thine ; Grandam , I will not wish thy wishes thrive : Whoever wins , on that side shall I lose ; Assured loss , before the ...
Strana 52
... pray ( If ever I remember to be holy , ) For your fair safety : so I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . K. John . Coz , farewell . [ Exit Bastard . [ She takes ARTHUR aside . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a ...
... pray ( If ever I remember to be holy , ) For your fair safety : so I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . K. John . Coz , farewell . [ Exit Bastard . [ She takes ARTHUR aside . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a ...
Strana 93
... pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace , and part this body and my soul With contemplation and devout desires . Sal . We do believe thee , and ...
... pray you , bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts In peace , and part this body and my soul With contemplation and devout desires . Sal . We do believe thee , and ...
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Strana 394 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strana 58 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to- be fond of grief.
Strana 167 - 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 101 - 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 236 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 502 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Strana 321 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Strana 331 - Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! 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 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by 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 ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Strana 540 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. 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...