The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Nide 4 |
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Sivu 7
For you , my noble lord of Lancaster , The honourable father to my foe , Once did I
lay an ambush for your life , A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul ; But ere I
last receiv'd the Sacrament , I did confess it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's ...
For you , my noble lord of Lancaster , The honourable father to my foe , Once did I
lay an ambush for your life , A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul ; But ere I
last receiv'd the Sacrament , I did confess it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's ...
Sivu 15
... just and upright Gentleman : Never did Captive with a freer heart Cast off his
chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontrould enfranchisement ,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feast of battle , with mine
adversary .
... just and upright Gentleman : Never did Captive with a freer heart Cast off his
chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontrould enfranchisement ,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feast of battle , with mine
adversary .
Sivu 21
Woe doth the heavier sit , Where it perceives It is but faintly borne . Go say , I fent
thee forth to purchase honour , And not , the King exil'd thee . Or suppose ,
Devouring Pestilence hangs in our air , 3. All Places that the Eye of Heav'n visits ,
& c .
Woe doth the heavier sit , Where it perceives It is but faintly borne . Go say , I fent
thee forth to purchase honour , And not , the King exil'd thee . Or suppose ,
Devouring Pestilence hangs in our air , 3. All Places that the Eye of Heav'n visits ,
& c .
Sivu 22
Oh , no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worfe
Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites , but Yanceth not the
fore . Gaunt . Come , come , my son , I'll bring thee on thy way ; Had I thy Youth ...
Oh , no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worfe
Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites , but Yanceth not the
fore . Gaunt . Come , come , my son , I'll bring thee on thy way ; Had I thy Youth ...
Sivu 25
... Lascivious meeters , to whose venom'd sound The open ear of youth doth
always listen : Report of Fashions in proud Italy , Whose manners still our tardy ,
apish , Nation Limps after , in base aukward imitation . Where doth the world
thrust ...
... Lascivious meeters , to whose venom'd sound The open ear of youth doth
always listen : Report of Fashions in proud Italy , Whose manners still our tardy ,
apish , Nation Limps after , in base aukward imitation . Where doth the world
thrust ...
Mitä ihmiset sanovat - Kirjoita arvostelu
Yhtään arvostelua ei löytynyt.
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph bear better blood Boling brother captain Changes comes couſin Crown dead death doth Duke Earl England Engliſh Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall father fear fight firſt follow France French friends give Grace hand Harry haſt hath head hear heart heav'n Henry hold honour horſe I'll keep King Lady Land leave live look lord Majeſty maſter means meet moſt muſt never night noble North once peace Percy play Poins poor Pope pray Prince Pucel Queen Rich Richard ſaid ſay SCENE ſee ſelf ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir John ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword Talbot tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought thouſand tongue true uncle unto whoſe York
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Sivu 117 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Sivu 187 - 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 392 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Sivu 52 - 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...
Sivu 411 - 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 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Sivu 249 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Sivu 187 - 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
Sivu 252 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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.
Sivu 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...