The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 3 |
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... dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bust . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine : The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five ...
... dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bust . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine : The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five ...
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... dost usurp authority . K. Phi . Excuse : it is to beat usurping down . Eli . Who is it thou dost call usurper , France ? Const . Let me make answer : -thy usurping son . Eli . Out , insolent ! thy bastard shall be king , That thou mayst ...
... dost usurp authority . K. Phi . Excuse : it is to beat usurping down . Eli . Who is it thou dost call usurper , France ? Const . Let me make answer : -thy usurping son . Eli . Out , insolent ! thy bastard shall be king , That thou mayst ...
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... dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs ...
... dost thou mean by shaking of thy head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be these sad signs ...
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... dost shame That bloody spoil . Thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is ...
... dost shame That bloody spoil . Thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant , great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is ...
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... dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . O that a man should speak these words to me ! Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant ...
... dost thou now fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . Aust . O that a man should speak these words to me ! Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant ...
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Стр. 223 - 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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Стр. 471 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 stre-am, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Стр. 40 - 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.
Стр. 128 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Стр. 5 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Стр. 197 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : 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...
Стр. 197 - 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 citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...