The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Nide 3Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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Sivu 7
... follow , my dear liege , With blood , and sword , and fire , to win your right In aid whereof , we of the spirituality Will raise your highness such a mighty sum , As never did the clergy at one time Bring in to any of your ancestors ...
... follow , my dear liege , With blood , and sword , and fire , to win your right In aid whereof , we of the spirituality Will raise your highness such a mighty sum , As never did the clergy at one time Bring in to any of your ancestors ...
Sivu 8
... follows then , the cat must stay at home : Yet that is but a cursed necessity ; Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries , And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves . While that the armed hand doth fight abroad , The advised head ...
... follows then , the cat must stay at home : Yet that is but a cursed necessity ; Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries , And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves . While that the armed hand doth fight abroad , The advised head ...
Sivu 13
... follow . Nym . I am not Barbason ; † you cannot conjure me . I have a humour to knock you indifferently well : If you grow foul with me , Pistol , I will scour you with my rapier , as I may , in fair terms : if you would walk off , I ...
... follow . Nym . I am not Barbason ; † you cannot conjure me . I have a humour to knock you indifferently well : If you grow foul with me , Pistol , I will scour you with my rapier , as I may , in fair terms : if you would walk off , I ...
Sivu 21
... follow'd , friends . Dau . Turn head , and stop pursuit : for coward dogs Most spend their mouths , when what they seem to threaten , Runs far before them . Good my sovereign , Take up the English short ; and let them know Of what a ...
... follow'd , friends . Dau . Turn head , and stop pursuit : for coward dogs Most spend their mouths , when what they seem to threaten , Runs far before them . Good my sovereign , Take up the English short ; and let them know Of what a ...
Sivu 22
... follows ? Exe . Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts , there will he rake for it : And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming , In thunder , and in earthquake , like a Jove ( That , if requiring fail , he ...
... follows ? Exe . Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts , there will he rake for it : And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming , In thunder , and in earthquake , like a Jove ( That , if requiring fail , he ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum Alençon arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
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Sivu 47 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. 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 24 - 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.
Sivu 24 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...
Sivu 282 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Sivu 282 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Sivu 393 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Serve the King ; And, — -pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the King's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had...
Sivu 222 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Sivu 8 - 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; 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...