The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Том 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... doth bring his pedigree , Being but fourth of that heroic line . But mark ; as , in this haughty great attempt . They laboured to plant the rightful heir , I lost my liberty , and they their lives . Long after this , when Henry the ...
... doth bring his pedigree , Being but fourth of that heroic line . But mark ; as , in this haughty great attempt . They laboured to plant the rightful heir , I lost my liberty , and they their lives . Long after this , when Henry the ...
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... doth appear : Why look you still so stern , and tragical ? Glo . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Hen . Fie , uncle Beaufort ! I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not you maintain ...
... doth appear : Why look you still so stern , and tragical ? Glo . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Hen . Fie , uncle Beaufort ! I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not you maintain ...
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... doth beget new courage in our breasts . Alen . Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this , And doth deserve a coronet of gold . Char . Now let us on , my lords , and join our powers ; And seek how we may prejudice the foe . [ Exe ...
... doth beget new courage in our breasts . Alen . Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this , And doth deserve a coronet of gold . Char . Now let us on , my lords , and join our powers ; And seek how we may prejudice the foe . [ Exe ...
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... Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight , Profaning this most honourable order ; And should ( if I were worthy to be judge , ) Be quite degraded like a hedge - born swain That doth presume to boast of gentle blood . K. Hen . Stain to ...
... Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight , Profaning this most honourable order ; And should ( if I were worthy to be judge , ) Be quite degraded like a hedge - born swain That doth presume to boast of gentle blood . K. Hen . Stain to ...
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... doth front thee with apparent spoil , And pale destruction meets thee in the face . Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament To rive their dangerous artillery Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot . Lo ! there thou stand'st , a ...
... doth front thee with apparent spoil , And pale destruction meets thee in the face . Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament To rive their dangerous artillery Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot . Lo ! there thou stand'st , a ...
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Стр. 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Стр. 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Стр. 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Стр. 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Стр. 234 - 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. 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Стр. 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Стр. 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Стр. 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.