The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Zväzok 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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Strana 8
... head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , - A holy prophetess new risen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ Salisbury groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart he ...
... head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , - A holy prophetess new risen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ Salisbury groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart he ...
Strana 23
... head fall into England's lap . My ancient incantations are too weak , And bell too strong for me to buckle with : Now , France , thy glory droopeth to the dust . [ Ex . Alarums . Enter French and English , fighting . La Pucelle and York ...
... head fall into England's lap . My ancient incantations are too weak , And bell too strong for me to buckle with : Now , France , thy glory droopeth to the dust . [ Ex . Alarums . Enter French and English , fighting . La Pucelle and York ...
Strana 29
... head , and trembling stands aloof , * While all is shar'd , and all is borne away ; * Ready to starve , and dare not touch his own . * So York must sit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and sold ...
... head , and trembling stands aloof , * While all is shar'd , and all is borne away ; * Ready to starve , and dare not touch his own . * So York must sit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and sold ...
Strana 30
... head for his presumption . But list to me , my Humphrey , my sweet duke : Methought , I sat in seat of majesty , In the cathedral church of Westminster , And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd ; Where Heury , and dame ...
... head for his presumption . But list to me , my Humphrey , my sweet duke : Methought , I sat in seat of majesty , In the cathedral church of Westminster , And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd ; Where Heury , and dame ...
Strana 31
... head ; * That were a state fit for his holiness . Suff . Madam , be patient : as I was cause ' Your highness came to England , so will I ' In England work your grace's full content . * Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector , have we ...
... head ; * That were a state fit for his holiness . Suff . Madam , be patient : as I was cause ' Your highness came to England , so will I ' In England work your grace's full content . * Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector , have we ...
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Strana 65 - 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.
Strana 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Strana 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strana 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Strana 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Strana 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Strana 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Strana 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strana 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.