The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Sivu 22
... dead lions by the beard . I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right : Sirrah , look to't ; i ' faith , I will , i̇ ' faith . Blanch . O ! well did he become that lion's robe , That did disrobe the lion of that robe . Bast . It ...
... dead lions by the beard . I'll smoke your skin - coat , an I catch you right : Sirrah , look to't ; i ' faith , I will , i̇ ' faith . Blanch . O ! well did he become that lion's robe , That did disrobe the lion of that robe . Bast . It ...
Sivu 30
... dead , Gracing the scroll , that tells of this war's loss , With slaughter coupled to the name of kings . Bast . Ha ! majesty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire . O ! now doth death line his dead ...
... dead , Gracing the scroll , that tells of this war's loss , With slaughter coupled to the name of kings . Bast . Ha ! majesty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire . O ! now doth death line his dead ...
Sivu 62
... dead : Therefore I will be sudden , and dispatch . Arth . Are you sick , Hubert ? you look pale to - day . In sooth , I would you were a little sick ; That I might sit all night , and watch with you : I warrant , I love you more than ...
... dead : Therefore I will be sudden , and dispatch . Arth . Are you sick , Hubert ? you look pale to - day . In sooth , I would you were a little sick ; That I might sit all night , and watch with you : I warrant , I love you more than ...
Sivu 65
... dead with grief , Being create for comfort , to be us'd In undeserv'd extremes : see else yourself ; There is no malice in this burning coal ; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out , And strew'd repentant ashes on his head ...
... dead with grief , Being create for comfort , to be us'd In undeserv'd extremes : see else yourself ; There is no malice in this burning coal ; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out , And strew'd repentant ashes on his head ...
Sivu 66
... dead : I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports ; And , pretty child , sleep doubtless , and secure , That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee . Arth . O heaven ! -I thank you , Hubert . Hub . Silence ! no ...
... dead : I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports ; And , pretty child , sleep doubtless , and secure , That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee . Arth . O heaven ! -I thank you , Hubert . Hub . Silence ! no ...
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Sivu 167 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Sivu 320 - 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 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by 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 ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Sivu 236 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Sivu 540 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. 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 501 - 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...