The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Sivu 16
Art not asham'd ? but from this hour , Sir , Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer .
Send me your prisoners with the speedieft means , Or you shall hear in such a
kind from me As will displeafe you . Lord Nortbumberland , We licence your ...
Art not asham'd ? but from this hour , Sir , Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer .
Send me your prisoners with the speedieft means , Or you shall hear in such a
kind from me As will displeafe you . Lord Nortbumberland , We licence your ...
Sivu 83
I grant you I was down , and out of breath , and to was he ; but we rose both at an
instant , and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock : if I may be believed , so ! if
not , let them that thould reward valour bear the fin upon their own heads .
I grant you I was down , and out of breath , and to was he ; but we rose both at an
instant , and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock : if I may be believed , so ! if
not , let them that thould reward valour bear the fin upon their own heads .
Sivu 153
Doft thou so hunger for my empty chair , That thou wilt needs invest thee with my
honours , Before thy hour be ripe ? ... Thou hast ftol'n that , which after some few
hours Were thine without offence ; and at my death Thou haft feald up my ...
Doft thou so hunger for my empty chair , That thou wilt needs invest thee with my
honours , Before thy hour be ripe ? ... Thou hast ftol'n that , which after some few
hours Were thine without offence ; and at my death Thou haft feald up my ...
Sivu 154
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts , Which thou hast whetted on thy
stony heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ! can'st thou not forbear
me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thy self , And bid the ...
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts , Which thou hast whetted on thy
stony heart , To stab at half an hour of my frail life . What ! can'st thou not forbear
me half an hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thy self , And bid the ...
Sivu 314
Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That sundred friends greet in the hour of
death . Lucy , farewel ! no more my fortune can , But curse the cause , I cannot aid
the man . Maine , Blois , Poiftiers , and Tours are won away , Long all of ...
Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That sundred friends greet in the hour of
death . Lucy , farewel ! no more my fortune can , But curse the cause , I cannot aid
the man . Maine , Blois , Poiftiers , and Tours are won away , Long all of ...
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Sivu 231 - 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...
Sivu 245 - 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 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!
Sivu 122 - 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.
Sivu 195 - 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...
Sivu 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Sivu 74 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Sivu 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Sivu 14 - 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...
Sivu 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Sivu 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.