The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this my mother's son was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my liege ...
... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this my mother's son was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my liege ...
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... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
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... death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke ...
... death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke ...
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... death line his dead chaps with steel : The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings . Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock ...
... death line his dead chaps with steel : The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mousing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings . Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock ...
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... death . Your royal presences be rul'd by me ; Do like the mutines of Jerusalem , Be friends a while , and both conjointly bend Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town : By east and west let France and England mount Their battering ...
... death . Your royal presences be rul'd by me ; Do like the mutines of Jerusalem , Be friends a while , and both conjointly bend Your sharpest deeds of malice on this town : By east and west let France and England mount Their battering ...
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Стр. 90 - 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?
Стр. 117 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Стр. 224 - 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. 116 - 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: 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.
Стр. 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Стр. 41 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.