Works, Том 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 35
Сторінка 37
... See them deliver'd T'execution , and the hand of death . Busby . More welcome is the ftroke of death to me , Than Bolingbroke to England.Lords , farewell . Green . My comfort is , that heav'n will take our fouls , And plague injuftice ...
... See them deliver'd T'execution , and the hand of death . Busby . More welcome is the ftroke of death to me , Than Bolingbroke to England.Lords , farewell . Green . My comfort is , that heav'n will take our fouls , And plague injuftice ...
Сторінка 45
... See ! fee ! King Richard doth himself appear , " As doth the blushing difcontented fun , " From out the fiery portal of the east , " When he perceives the envious clouds are bent , " To dim his glory ; and to stain the tract " Of his ...
... See ! fee ! King Richard doth himself appear , " As doth the blushing difcontented fun , " From out the fiery portal of the east , " When he perceives the envious clouds are bent , " To dim his glory ; and to stain the tract " Of his ...
Сторінка 58
... see a fort * of traitors here . Nay , if I turn mine eyes upon myself , I find myself a traitor with the reft : For I have given here my foul's confent , T'undeck the pompous body of a King , Made glory bafe , a fovereign a flave ...
... see a fort * of traitors here . Nay , if I turn mine eyes upon myself , I find myself a traitor with the reft : For I have given here my foul's confent , T'undeck the pompous body of a King , Made glory bafe , a fovereign a flave ...
Сторінка 79
... See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry . O could it be prov'd , That fome night - tripping fairy had exchang'd , In cradle - clothes , our children where they lay , And call mine Percy , his Plantagenet ; Then would I ...
... See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry . O could it be prov'd , That fome night - tripping fairy had exchang'd , In cradle - clothes , our children where they lay , And call mine Percy , his Plantagenet ; Then would I ...
Сторінка 94
... see my gelding in the ftable . I Car . Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when ? canft tell ? lend me thy lanthorn , quoth a ! marry , I'll fee thee hang ...
... see my gelding in the ftable . I Car . Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two of that , i'faith . Gads . I pr'ythee lend me thine . 2 Car . Ay , when ? canft tell ? lend me thy lanthorn , quoth a ! marry , I'll fee thee hang ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
againſt anfwer arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack fafe faid Falſtaff farewell father fave fear fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French friends ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Mafter Majefty moft moſt Mowb muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piſtol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe wilt York
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 304 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Сторінка 162 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Сторінка 41 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Сторінка 196 - 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? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Сторінка 86 - 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 274 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Сторінка 291 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Сторінка 220 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Сторінка 72 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Сторінка 64 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? 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...