The Plays, Том 5Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... 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 fantastick summer's heat ? O , no ! the apprehension ...
... 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 fantastick summer's heat ? O , no ! the apprehension ...
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... Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A room in the palace . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too much sad : You promis'd , when you parted with the king , To ...
... Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A room in the palace . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too much sad : You promis'd , when you parted with the king , To ...
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... Hold , take my ring . Serv . My lord , I had forgot to tell your lordship : To - day , as I came by , I called there ; - But I shall grieve you to report the rest . York . What is it , knave ? Serv . An hour before I came , the duchess ...
... Hold , take my ring . Serv . My lord , I had forgot to tell your lordship : To - day , as I came by , I called there ; - But I shall grieve you to report the rest . York . What is it , knave ? Serv . An hour before I came , the duchess ...
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... Hold thy peace : · He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring , Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : The weeds , that his broad - spreading leaves did shelter , That seem'd in eating him to hold him up , Are pluck'd up , root ...
... Hold thy peace : · He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring , Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf : The weeds , that his broad - spreading leaves did shelter , That seem'd in eating him to hold him up , Are pluck'd up , root ...
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... hold Of Bolingbroke ; their fortunes both are weigh'd : In your lord's scale is nothing but himself , And some few vanities that make him light ; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke , Besides himself , are all the English peers ...
... hold Of Bolingbroke ; their fortunes both are weigh'd : In your lord's scale is nothing but himself , And some few vanities that make him light ; But in the balance of great Bolingbroke , Besides himself , are all the English peers ...
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Сторінка 297 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Сторінка 330 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Сторінка 21 - 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 213 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Сторінка 131 - 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. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Сторінка 50 - 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 322 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Сторінка 307 - Where some, like Magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like Merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like Soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their Emperor...
Сторінка 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Сторінка 235 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.