The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Том 5 |
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... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O prudent discipline ! From north to south ; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : [ Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come ...
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O prudent discipline ! From north to south ; Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : [ Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come ...
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... : And none of will bid the winter come , you To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course ! Through my burn'd bosom ; nor entreat the north To H 2 KING JOHN . 99 [Exit BIGOT. ...
... : And none of will bid the winter come , you To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course ! Through my burn'd bosom ; nor entreat the north To H 2 KING JOHN . 99 [Exit BIGOT. ...
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... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : -I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
... north To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips , And comfort me with cold : -I do not ask you much , I beg cold comfort ; and you are so strait , And so ingrateful , you deny me that . P. Hen . O , that there were some virtue in my ...
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... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he now ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be ...
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he now ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be ...
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... , Queen , BUSHY , AUMERLE , GREEN , and BAGOT . 11 deny his offer'd homage , ] That is , refuse to admit the homage , by which he is to hold his lands . North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster KING RICHARD II . 139.
... , Queen , BUSHY , AUMERLE , GREEN , and BAGOT . 11 deny his offer'd homage , ] That is , refuse to admit the homage , by which he is to hold his lands . North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster KING RICHARD II . 139.
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Сторінка 313 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Сторінка 385 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Сторінка 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Сторінка 385 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Сторінка 228 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Сторінка 64 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Сторінка 226 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Сторінка 195 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Сторінка 260 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Сторінка 226 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.