The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 6Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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Strana 22
... hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a little from ...
... hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a little from ...
Strana 54
... hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but , ere sunsét , Set armed discord ' twixt these perjured kings ! Hear me , O , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O ...
... hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but , ere sunsét , Set armed discord ' twixt these perjured kings ! Hear me , O , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O ...
Strana 62
... hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal ...
... hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal ...
Strana 72
... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd ; And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : That John ...
... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd ; And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up : That John ...
Strana 75
... a princess wrought it me , And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head , 19. doubt , fear . 34. dispiteous , pitiless . And like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still 75 SC . I King John.
... a princess wrought it me , And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head , 19. doubt , fear . 34. dispiteous , pitiless . And like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still 75 SC . I King John.
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Strana 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 442 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Strana 442 - O Sleep, 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 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Strana 163 - 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 414 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...