The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
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Strana 11
At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer r What I desire to give ; and much less take What I shall die to want : But this is trifling ; And all the more it seeks to hide itself , a ove : - Ste . My man - monster hath drown'd his ...
At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer r What I desire to give ; and much less take What I shall die to want : But this is trifling ; And all the more it seeks to hide itself , a ove : - Ste . My man - monster hath drown'd his ...
Strana 32
Well , give her that ring , and therewithal And pinch'd the lily - tincture of her face , This letter ! – that's her chamber . – Tell my lady , That now she is become as black , as I. I claim the promise for her heavenly picture .
Well , give her that ring , and therewithal And pinch'd the lily - tincture of her face , This letter ! – that's her chamber . – Tell my lady , That now she is become as black , as I. I claim the promise for her heavenly picture .
Strana 42
Give us give me so much of your time in exchange of it , as to lay leave , drawer ! ( Exit Bardolph . an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife : use Ford . Sir , I am a gentleman that have spent much ; your art of wooing ...
Give us give me so much of your time in exchange of it , as to lay leave , drawer ! ( Exit Bardolph . an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife : use Ford . Sir , I am a gentleman that have spent much ; your art of wooing ...
Strana 44
The clock gives me my cue , and Welch ; soul - curer and body - curer . my assurance bids me search ; there I shall find FalCaius . ... Trust me , a good knot : I have good cheer at Give me thy hand , celestial ; so .
The clock gives me my cue , and Welch ; soul - curer and body - curer . my assurance bids me search ; there I shall find FalCaius . ... Trust me , a good knot : I have good cheer at Give me thy hand , celestial ; so .
Strana 47
Give my sweet Nan this ring ! There's for thy pains . Aside . ( Exit . fuick . And how does good master Fenton ? Pray . Quick . Now heaven send thee good fortune ! A kind you , a word with you ! heart he hath : a woman would run through ...
Give my sweet Nan this ring ! There's for thy pains . Aside . ( Exit . fuick . And how does good master Fenton ? Pray . Quick . Now heaven send thee good fortune ! A kind you , a word with you ! heart he hath : a woman would run through ...
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answer arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother comes Count daughter dead dear death desire dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune France gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope Host hour I'll John keep king lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean meet mind mistress never night noble once peace play poor pray present prince reason rest Rich SCENE serve soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought thousand tongue true truth turn unto wife woman young
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Strana 365 - 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...
Strana 253 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 365 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Strana 305 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 287 - 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 265 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 252 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.