The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Zväzok 4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Strana 7
... arm and weapon , To cut fuch poifons from the earth , and let Their blood out , to be drawn away in clouds , And pour'd on fome inhabitable place , Where the hot fun and flime breeds nought but monsters ? A 4 But Where never Englishman ...
... arm and weapon , To cut fuch poifons from the earth , and let Their blood out , to be drawn away in clouds , And pour'd on fome inhabitable place , Where the hot fun and flime breeds nought but monsters ? A 4 But Where never Englishman ...
Strana 8
... arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mowb . I take it up , and by that sword I fwear , Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly trial ...
... arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mowb . I take it up , and by that sword I fwear , Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly trial ...
Strana 9
... arm fhall do it , or this life be fpent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his refolution foars ! Thomas of Norfolk , what fay'ft thou to this ? Mob . O , let my Sovereign turn away his face , And bid his ears a little while be deaf , Till I ...
... arm fhall do it , or this life be fpent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his refolution foars ! Thomas of Norfolk , what fay'ft thou to this ? Mob . O , let my Sovereign turn away his face , And bid his ears a little while be deaf , Till I ...
Strana 11
... shall see Juftice decide the victor's chivalry . Lord Marfhal , bid our officers at arms . Be ready to direct these home - alarms . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to the Duke of Lancaster's Palace . Gaunt King RICHARD II . II.
... shall see Juftice decide the victor's chivalry . Lord Marfhal , bid our officers at arms . Be ready to direct these home - alarms . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to the Duke of Lancaster's Palace . Gaunt King RICHARD II . II.
Strana 13
... arm against his minister . Dutch . Where then , alas , may I complain myself ? Gaunt . To Heav'n , the widow's champion and defence . Dutch . Why then , I will : Farewel , old Gaunt , farewel . Thou go'ft to Coventry , there to behold ...
... arm against his minister . Dutch . Where then , alas , may I complain myself ? Gaunt . To Heav'n , the widow's champion and defence . Dutch . Why then , I will : Farewel , old Gaunt , farewel . Thou go'ft to Coventry , there to behold ...
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Strana 170 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 230 - 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.
Strana 104 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Strana 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 296 - 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...
Strana 109 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Strana 355 - 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...
Strana 228 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 189 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Strana 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...