The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Том 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... soul will make ,. King Henry the Sixth . Sir William Lucy . ACT I. SCENE I - Westminster Abbey . Dead march . Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered , lying in state ; attended on by the Dukes of Bedford , Gloster , and Exeter ; the ...
... soul will make ,. King Henry the Sixth . Sir William Lucy . ACT I. SCENE I - Westminster Abbey . Dead march . Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered , lying in state ; attended on by the Dukes of Bedford , Gloster , and Exeter ; the ...
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... soul , this pale and angry rose , Ver . Then , for the truth and plainness of the case , As cognizance of my blood ... souls to death and deadly night . Plan . Good master Vernon , I am bound to you , That you on my behalf would pluck a ...
... soul , this pale and angry rose , Ver . Then , for the truth and plainness of the case , As cognizance of my blood ... souls to death and deadly night . Plan . Good master Vernon , I am bound to you , That you on my behalf would pluck a ...
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... soul ! In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.- Well , I will lock his counsel in my breast ; And what I do imagine , let that rest.- Keepers , convey him hence ; and I myself Will see his burial ...
... soul ! In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.- Well , I will lock his counsel in my breast ; And what I do imagine , let that rest.- Keepers , convey him hence ; and I myself Will see his burial ...
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... soul ! - Can you , my lord of Winchester , behold My sighs and tears , and will not 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 ...
... soul ! - Can you , my lord of Winchester , behold My sighs and tears , and will not 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 ...
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... soul , depart when heaven please ; What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? They , that of late were daring with their scoffs , Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves . [ Dies , and is carried off in his chair . Alarum ...
... soul , depart when heaven please ; What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? They , that of late were daring with their scoffs , Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves . [ Dies , and is carried off in his chair . Alarum ...
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Сторінка 242 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Сторінка 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Сторінка 396 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Сторінка 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Сторінка 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Сторінка 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Сторінка 403 - 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.
Сторінка 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
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Сторінка 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.