The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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... look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ease , Whilst such a worthy leader , wanting aid , Unto his dastard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mess . Ono , he lives ; but is ...
... look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ease , Whilst such a worthy leader , wanting aid , Unto his dastard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mess . Ono , he lives ; but is ...
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... look in , the sight will much delight thee.- And view the Frenchmen how they fortify ; Sir Thomas Gargrave , and sir William Glansdale , Let me have your express opinions , Where is best place to make our battery next . Gar . I think ...
... look in , the sight will much delight thee.- And view the Frenchmen how they fortify ; Sir Thomas Gargrave , and sir William Glansdale , Let me have your express opinions , Where is best place to make our battery next . Gar . I think ...
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... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
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... Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , see the pining malady ...
... Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , see the pining malady ...
Strana 29
William Shakespeare. Look to it , lords ; let not his smoothing words * Bewitch your hearts ; be wise , and ... look unto the main . A day will come , when York shall claim his own ; And therefore I will take the Nevils ' parts ...
William Shakespeare. Look to it , lords ; let not his smoothing words * Bewitch your hearts ; be wise , and ... look unto the main . A day will come , when York shall claim his own ; And therefore I will take the Nevils ' parts ...
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Strana 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Strana 65 - 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...
Strana 425 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Strana 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Strana 84 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Strana 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Strana 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood...
Strana 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Strana 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!