The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Том 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... hand than that of our au- thor . Of this historical drama there is a subsequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whose name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play some years ago as our ...
... hand than that of our au- thor . Of this historical drama there is a subsequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whose name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play some years ago as our ...
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... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war ...
... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war ...
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... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to ...
... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to ...
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... hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke . Lewis . A noble boy ! Who would not do thee right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss , A seal to this indenture of my love ; That ...
... hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke . Lewis . A noble boy ! Who would not do thee right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss , A seal to this indenture of my love ; That ...
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... hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.2 That Geffrey was thy elder brother born , And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right , And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God , How comes it then , that thou art call'd ...
... hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.2 That Geffrey was thy elder brother born , And this his son ; England was Geffrey's right , And this is Geffrey's : In the name of God , How comes it then , that thou art call'd ...
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Сторінка 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Сторінка 15 - 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.
Сторінка 48 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Сторінка 43 - 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 6 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Сторінка 49 - 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 at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 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 humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Сторінка 22 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Сторінка 80 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Сторінка 2 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Сторінка 80 - 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. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o