The Dramatic Works, Том 2S. Andrus, 1831 |
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... alarum ; we will rush them . on Now for the honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death , that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums ; excursions ; afterwards a retreat . enter Charles , Alençon ...
... alarum ; we will rush them . on Now for the honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death , that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums ; excursions ; afterwards a retreat . enter Charles , Alençon ...
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... alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , - A ...
... alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , - A ...
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... Alarum . Enter an English Soldier , crying , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! They fly , leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have left . The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword ; For I have loaden me with many ...
... Alarum . Enter an English Soldier , crying , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! They fly , leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have left . The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword ; For I have loaden me with many ...
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... Alarum : Excursions . Enter from the town , Bedford , brought in sick , in a chair , with Tal- bot , Burgundy , and the English forces . Then , enter on the walls , La Pucelle , Charles , Bastard , Alençon , and others . And as his ...
... Alarum : Excursions . Enter from the town , Bedford , brought in sick , in a chair , with Tal- bot , Burgundy , and the English forces . Then , enter on the walls , La Pucelle , Charles , Bastard , Alençon , and others . And as his ...
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... Alarum : Ex- cursions , wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about , and Talbot rescues him . Tal . Saint George and victory ! fight , soldiers , fight : The regent hath with Talbot broke his word , And left us to the rage of France's sword ...
... Alarum : Ex- cursions , wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about , and Talbot rescues him . Tal . Saint George and victory ! fight , soldiers , fight : The regent hath with Talbot broke his word , And left us to the rage of France's sword ...
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Сторінка 133 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 426 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Сторінка 441 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Сторінка 133 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Сторінка 426 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! 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...
Сторінка 240 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Сторінка 445 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Сторінка 392 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Сторінка 240 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Сторінка 461 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.