The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... father's brother's fon ; Now by my scepter's awe , I make a vow , Such neighbour - nearness to our facred blood Should nothing priv'lege him , nor partialize Th ' unftooping firmness of my upright foul . He is our fubject , Mowbray , fo ...
... father's brother's fon ; Now by my scepter's awe , I make a vow , Such neighbour - nearness to our facred blood Should nothing priv'lege him , nor partialize Th ' unftooping firmness of my upright foul . He is our fubject , Mowbray , fo ...
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... father to my foe , Once did I lay an ambush for your life , A trefpafs that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I last receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is ...
... father to my foe , Once did I lay an ambush for your life , A trefpafs that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I last receiv'd the facrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is ...
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... father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall tear The flavish motive of recanting ...
... father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall tear The flavish motive of recanting ...
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... father's death : In that thou feeft thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair . In fuff'ring thus thy brother to be flaughter'd , Thou fhew'it the naked pathway to ...
... father's death : In that thou feeft thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair . In fuff'ring thus thy brother to be flaughter'd , Thou fhew'it the naked pathway to ...
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... father Edward's fon . That blood already , like the pelican , Haft thou tapt out , and drunkenly carows'd . My brother Glofter , plain well - meaning foul , ( Whom fair befal in heav'n ' mongst happy fouls ! May be a precedent and ...
... father Edward's fon . That blood already , like the pelican , Haft thou tapt out , and drunkenly carows'd . My brother Glofter , plain well - meaning foul , ( Whom fair befal in heav'n ' mongst happy fouls ! May be a precedent and ...
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Стр. 170 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Стр. 230 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Стр. 104 - 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 there, Took it in snuff...
Стр. 26 - 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...
Стр. 296 - 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...
Стр. 109 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Стр. 355 - 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...
Стр. 228 - 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...
Стр. 189 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Стр. 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...