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 7
... thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it , — That is my brother's plea , and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At ...
... thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it , — That is my brother's plea , and none of mine ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At ...
Sivu 10
... thee a landed squire.- Come , madam , and come , Richard ; we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all ...
... thee a landed squire.- Come , madam , and come , Richard ; we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all ...
Sivu 12
... thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it ...
... thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to hell . Come , lady , I will show thee to my kin ; And they shall say , when Richard me begot , If thou hadst said him nay , it ...
Sivu 13
... thee right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss , As seal to this indenture of my love ; — That to my home I will no more return , Till Angiers , and the right thou hast in France , Together with that pale , that white - fac ...
... thee right ? Aust . Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss , As seal to this indenture of my love ; — That to my home I will no more return , Till Angiers , and the right thou hast in France , Together with that pale , that white - fac ...
Sivu 16
... thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with And ' a may catch your hide and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks ...
... thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier . What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with And ' a may catch your hide and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks ...
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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.