The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Zväzok 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Strana 22
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O prudent discipline ! from north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : [ Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come ...
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O prudent discipline ! from north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : [ Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come ...
Strana 72
... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : -I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort : and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : -I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort : and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
Strana 93
... north- east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awak'd the sleeping rheum ; and so , by chance , Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : And ...
... north- east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces , Awak'd the sleeping rheum ; and so , by chance , Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : And ...
Strana 99
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he now ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be ...
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he now ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be ...
Strana 101
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too ; for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too ; for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
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Strana 90 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Strana 117 - 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 224 - 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 116 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Strana 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Strana 41 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.