The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Zväzok 4 |
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Strana 5
... father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to Heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with ...
... father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to Heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with ...
Strana 6
... father ; With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ my father much ; — Bast . Well , sir , by this you ...
... father ; With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ! Rob . My gracious liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ my father much ; — Bast . Well , sir , by this you ...
Strana 7
... father's land , as was my father's will . K. John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate ; Your father's wife did , after wedlock , bear him : And , if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all ...
... father's land , as was my father's will . K. John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate ; Your father's wife did , after wedlock , bear him : And , if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all ...
Strana 8
... father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance ...
... father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance ...
Strana 11
... father ; Some proper man , I hope ; Who was it , mother ? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon- bridge ? Bast . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady F. King Richard Cœur - de - lion was thy fa- ther ; By long and vehement suit ...
... father ; Some proper man , I hope ; Who was it , mother ? Lady F. Hast thou denied thyself a Faulcon- bridge ? Bast . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady F. King Richard Cœur - de - lion was thy fa- ther ; By long and vehement suit ...
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Strana 173 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried,
Strana 146 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Strana 413 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor: Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold: The civil...
Strana 119 - 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: 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 145 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Strana 436 - ... 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, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum,...
Strana 203 - 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...
Strana 435 - 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 blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 336 - 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 deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 474 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...