The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... doth grin , For one to thrust his hand between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all ' vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay hands on York , who struggles . Clif ...
... doth grin , For one to thrust his hand between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all ' vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay hands on York , who struggles . Clif ...
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... doth oft make women proud ; But God , he knows , thy share thereof is smail : ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admired ; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : ' Tis government , that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof ...
... doth oft make women proud ; But God , he knows , thy share thereof is smail : ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admired ; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at : ' Tis government , that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof ...
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... doth a lion in a herd of neat + : Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs ; Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him . • Demeaned himself . + Neat cattle ; cows , oxen , & c . So fared ...
... doth a lion in a herd of neat + : Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs ; Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him . • Demeaned himself . + Neat cattle ; cows , oxen , & c . So fared ...
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... doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon ; Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay ! — O Clifford , boist'rous Clifford , thou hast slain The flower of Europe for ...
... doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon ; Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay ! — O Clifford , boist'rous Clifford , thou hast slain The flower of Europe for ...
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... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. Hen . Ay , as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck ;Why then things are as they should be . To see this sight , it irks my very soul.- 24 / Act II . THIRD PART OF.
... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. Hen . Ay , as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck ;Why then things are as they should be . To see this sight , it irks my very soul.- 24 / Act II . THIRD PART OF.
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Стр. 460 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Стр. 480 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Стр. 479 - 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.
Стр. 240 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 92 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Стр. 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Стр. 480 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Стр. 480 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Стр. 112 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Стр. 240 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.