The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Том 2George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... once more yield the ghost . Exe . How were they lost ? what treachery was us'd ? Mess . No treachery ; but want of men and money . Among the soldiers this is mutter'd , — That here you maintain several factions ; And , whilst a field ...
... once more yield the ghost . Exe . How were they lost ? what treachery was us'd ? Mess . No treachery ; but want of men and money . Among the soldiers this is mutter'd , — That here you maintain several factions ; And , whilst a field ...
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... once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the Walls , the Master Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd : And how the English have the suburbs won . Son . Father ...
... once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the Walls , the Master Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd : And how the English have the suburbs won . Son . Father ...
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... once relent ? Who should be pitiful , if you be not ? Or who should study to prefer a peace , If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? War . My lord protector , yield ; -yield , Win- chester ; Except you mean , with obstinate repulse ...
... once relent ? Who should be pitiful , if you be not ? Or who should study to prefer a peace , If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? War . My lord protector , yield ; -yield , Win- chester ; Except you mean , with obstinate repulse ...
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... once offend , Go , and be free again as Suffolk's friend . [ She turns away as going . O , stay ! -I have no power to let her pass ; My hand would free her , but my heart says - no . As plays the sun upon the glassy streams , Twinkling ...
... once offend , Go , and be free again as Suffolk's friend . [ She turns away as going . O , stay ! -I have no power to let her pass ; My hand would free her , but my heart says - no . As plays the sun upon the glassy streams , Twinkling ...
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... once it be neglected , ten to one , We shall not find like opportunity . Alen . To say the truth , it is your policy , To save your subjects from such massacre , And ruthless slaughters , as are daily seen By our proceeding in hostility ...
... once it be neglected , ten to one , We shall not find like opportunity . Alen . To say the truth , it is your policy , To save your subjects from such massacre , And ruthless slaughters , as are daily seen By our proceeding in hostility ...
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Стр. 161 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Стр. 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Стр. 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Стр. 263 - 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. 161 - What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Стр. 69 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Стр. 307 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
Стр. 263 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Стр. 264 - 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. 143 - 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.