The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Zväzok 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Strana 7
... night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
... night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
Strana 38
... night ; If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick , ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the ...
... night ; If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick , ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the ...
Strana 39
... -O amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put SC . III . 39 KING JOHN .
... -O amiable lovely death ! Thou odoriferous stench ! sound rottenness ! Arise forth from the couch of lasting night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy detestable bones ; And put SC . III . 39 KING JOHN .
Strana 44
... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me : He is afraid of me ...
... night , Only for wantonness . By my christendom , So I were out of prison , and kept sheep , I should be as merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle practises more harm to me : He is afraid of me ...
Strana 50
... night . Sal . Indeed , we fear'd his sickness was past cure . Pem . Indeed , we heard how near his death he was , Before the child himself felt he was sick : This must be answer'd , either here , or hence . K. John . Why do you bend ...
... night . Sal . Indeed , we fear'd his sickness was past cure . Pem . Indeed , we heard how near his death he was , Before the child himself felt he was sick : This must be answer'd , either here , or hence . K. John . Why do you bend ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Const cousin crown dead death dost thou doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hither honour horse Host Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble North Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales Queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal Shallow shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Westmoreland wilt word York
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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.