The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: King John. Richard the Second. Henry the FourthCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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Strana 13
... head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be judge yourself . If old sir Robert did beget us both , And were our father , and this son like him ; --- O ...
... head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be judge yourself . If old sir Robert did beget us both , And were our father , and this son like him ; --- O ...
Strana 15
... , three farthings , and half - pence ; and these pieces all had her head , and were alternately with the rose behind , and without - the rose . THEOBALD . Arise sir Richard , and Plantagenet . " Bast . ACT I. 15 KING JOHN .
... , three farthings , and half - pence ; and these pieces all had her head , and were alternately with the rose behind , and without - the rose . THEOBALD . Arise sir Richard , and Plantagenet . " Bast . ACT I. 15 KING JOHN .
Strana 27
... head to your lion's hide , And make a monster of you . Aust . Peace ; no more . Bast . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set forth ; In best appointment , all our regiments . Bast ...
... head to your lion's hide , And make a monster of you . Aust . Peace ; no more . Bast . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ; where we'll set forth ; In best appointment , all our regiments . Bast ...
Strana 30
... heads , I like it well ; -France , shall we knit our powers , And lay this Angiers even with the ground ; Then , after , fight who shall be king of it ? -- Bast . An if thou hast the mettle of a king , - Being wrong'd , as we are , by ...
... heads , I like it well ; -France , shall we knit our powers , And lay this Angiers even with the ground ; Then , after , fight who shall be king of it ? -- Bast . An if thou hast the mettle of a king , - Being wrong'd , as we are , by ...
Strana 35
... head from all indifferency , From all direction , purpose , course , intent : And this same bias , this commodity , This bawd , this broker , this all - changing word , Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from ...
... head from all indifferency , From all direction , purpose , course , intent : And this same bias , this commodity , This bawd , this broker , this all - changing word , Clapp'd on the outward eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death doth Duch duke duke of Hereford earl Eastcheap England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven hither honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King Henry King John king Richard Lady Lancaster land liege look lord majesty MALONE master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Phil Pist play Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle WARBURTON Westmoreland wilt word York
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Strana 301 - 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 deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Strana 301 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 300 - 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 110 - 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, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
Strana 84 - 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 106 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Strana 183 - 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...
Strana 132 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills...
Strana 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 55 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.