The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 3C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him , whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this conjuration , speak , my lord : And we will hear ...
... fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him , whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this conjuration , speak , my lord : And we will hear ...
Strana 10
... the tennis - court into which the ball is sometimes struck . At tennis , the spot where a ball falls , beyond which the adversary must strike his ball to gain a point . His jest will savour but of shallow wit , When 10 LACT I. KING HENRY V.
... the tennis - court into which the ball is sometimes struck . At tennis , the spot where a ball falls , beyond which the adversary must strike his ball to gain a point . His jest will savour but of shallow wit , When 10 LACT I. KING HENRY V.
Strana 17
... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man , and best indued , + t With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . Their faults are open , Arrest them ...
... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man , and best indued , + t With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . Their faults are open , Arrest them ...
Strana 28
... fall into the hand Of hot and forcing violation ? What rein can hold licentious wickedness , When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil , As send ...
... fall into the hand Of hot and forcing violation ? What rein can hold licentious wickedness , When down the hill he holds his fierce career ? We may as bootless spend our vain command Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil , As send ...
Strana 31
... fall . SCENE VI - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow . How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent service committed at the pridge . Gow . Is ...
... fall . SCENE VI - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow . How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent service committed at the pridge . Gow . Is ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
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Strana 454 - 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. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Strana 265 - 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 — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Strana 47 - And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Strana 47 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Strana 38 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix•d sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation...
Strana 19 - I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a...
Strana 391 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 255 - My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Strana 223 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Strana 222 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.