The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Zväzok 5 |
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Strana 11
... pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician16 ; Deep malice makes too deep incision : Forget ...
... pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician16 ; Deep malice makes too deep incision : Forget ...
Strana 19
... prayers ; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat , And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee ...
... prayers ; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat , And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee ...
Strana 30
... Pray God , we may make haste , and come too late ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. London . A Room in Ely - house . GAUNT on a Couch ; the DUKE OF YORK1 , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last ...
... Pray God , we may make haste , and come too late ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. London . A Room in Ely - house . GAUNT on a Couch ; the DUKE OF YORK1 , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last ...
Strana 46
... pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ To the Servant . ] get thee home , provide some carts , And bring away the armour that is there . [ Exit Servant . Gentlemen , will you go muster men ? if I know How , or which way , to order these ...
... pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ To the Servant . ] get thee home , provide some carts , And bring away the armour that is there . [ Exit Servant . Gentlemen , will you go muster men ? if I know How , or which way , to order these ...
Strana 57
... pray thee , with a lurking adder ; 6 Johnson says ' here may be properly inserted the last scene of the second act . ' 1 The quarto of 1597 reads they . Vol . V. 3 * Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death SC . II . 57 ...
... pray thee , with a lurking adder ; 6 Johnson says ' here may be properly inserted the last scene of the second act . ' 1 The quarto of 1597 reads they . Vol . V. 3 * Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death SC . II . 57 ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
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Strana 460 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Strana 414 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 388 - 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 33 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 296 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Strana 33 - 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, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Strana 415 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Strana 104 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Strana 252 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Strana 133 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; 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...