The Works of William Shakespeare: King John. King Richard II. First part of King Henry IV. Second part of King Henry IV. King Henry VChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Sivu 17
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whêr she does or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Ay , with ...
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whêr she does or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Ay , with ...
Sivu 28
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - fac'd gentleman , tickling commodity , — Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of itself is peisèd well , Made to run even upon even ground , Till this advantage , this vile - drawing bias ...
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - fac'd gentleman , tickling commodity , — Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of itself is peisèd well , Made to run even upon even ground , Till this advantage , this vile - drawing bias ...
Sivu 43
... poor child is a prisoner.- And , father cardinal , I have heard you say ( 83 ) That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; ( 8 For since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To ...
... poor child is a prisoner.- And , father cardinal , I have heard you say ( 83 ) That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; ( 8 For since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To ...
Sivu 47
... poor man's son would have lien still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love , And call it cunning : -do , an if you will : If heaven be pleas ...
... poor man's son would have lien still , And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love , And call it cunning : -do , an if you will : If heaven be pleas ...
Sivu 52
... poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood which ow'd the breadth of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold : -bad world the while ! This must not be thus borne : this will break out To all our sorrows , and ere ...
... poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood which ow'd the breadth of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold : -bad world the while ! This must not be thus borne : this will break out To all our sorrows , and ere ...
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Sivu 481 - 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 ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Sivu 277 - 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 352 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Sivu 430 - 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 hum,...
Sivu 120 - 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?
Sivu 352 - 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...
Sivu 169 - York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried,
Sivu 277 - Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 352 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.