The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
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Strana 10
and would no more endure Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness This wooden slavery , than I would suffer Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters The flesh - fly blow my mouth .-- Hear my soul speak : Point to rich ends .
and would no more endure Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness This wooden slavery , than I would suffer Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters The flesh - fly blow my mouth .-- Hear my soul speak : Point to rich ends .
Strana 25
And there I'll rest , as , after much turmoil , Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; A blessed soul doth in Elysium . And he wants wit , that wants ' resolved will Luc . But in what habit will you go along ?
And there I'll rest , as , after much turmoil , Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; A blessed soul doth in Elysium . And he wants wit , that wants ' resolved will Luc . But in what habit will you go along ?
Strana 43
By gar , he has save his soul , dat he is no come ; Ilust . Lethim die : but , first , sheath thy impatience ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come ; by gar , throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields Jack Rugby ...
By gar , he has save his soul , dat he is no come ; Ilust . Lethim die : but , first , sheath thy impatience ; he has pray his Pible vell , dat he is no come ; by gar , throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields Jack Rugby ...
Strana 70
Bla gathe dung That decor This ruffian hath botch'd up , that thou thereby thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam . Fare thee May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go ; well . Do not deny ! Beshrew his soul for me , Mal .
Bla gathe dung That decor This ruffian hath botch'd up , that thou thereby thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam . Fare thee May'st smile at this : thou shalt not choose but go ; well . Do not deny ! Beshrew his soul for me , Mal .
Strana 71
... For though my soul disputes well with my sense , may put you in mind : one , two , three . That this may be some crror , but no madness , Duke . You can fool no more money out of me at this Yet doth this accident and flood of ...
... For though my soul disputes well with my sense , may put you in mind : one , two , three . That this may be some crror , but no madness , Duke . You can fool no more money out of me at this Yet doth this accident and flood of ...
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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.