The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry V |
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Sivu 183
There is my gage , the manual seal of death , That marks thee out for hell : I say ,
thou liest , And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart - blood ,
though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword . Boling .
There is my gage , the manual seal of death , That marks thee out for hell : I say ,
thou liest , And will maintain what thou hast said is false In thy heart - blood ,
though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword . Boling .
Sivu 231
How now , how now , mad wag ! what , in thy quips , and thy quiddities ? what a
plague have I to do with a buff jerkin ?? P. Hen . Why , what a pox have I to do
with my hostess of the tavern ? Fal . Well , thou hast called her to a reckoning
many ...
How now , how now , mad wag ! what , in thy quips , and thy quiddities ? what a
plague have I to do with a buff jerkin ?? P. Hen . Why , what a pox have I to do
with my hostess of the tavern ? Fal . Well , thou hast called her to a reckoning
many ...
Sivu 297
in the poop , —but ' tis in the nose of thee : thou art the knight of the burning lamp
. ... No ; I'll be sworn , I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's
head , or a memento mori : I never see thy face , but I think upon hell - fire , and ...
in the poop , —but ' tis in the nose of thee : thou art the knight of the burning lamp
. ... No ; I'll be sworn , I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's
head , or a memento mori : I never see thy face , but I think upon hell - fire , and ...
Sivu 300
I am no thing to thank God on , I would thou should'st know it : I am an honest
man's wife ; and , setting thy knighthood aside , thou art a knave to call me so .
Fal . Setting thy womanhood aside , thou art a beast to say otherwise . Host .
I am no thing to thank God on , I would thou should'st know it : I am an honest
man's wife ; and , setting thy knighthood aside , thou art a knave to call me so .
Fal . Setting thy womanhood aside , thou art a beast to say otherwise . Host .
Sivu 329
I am the Douglas , fatal to all those That wear those colours on them : -what art
thou , That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? K. Hen . The king himself ; who ,
Douglas , grieves at heart , So many of his shadows thou hast met , And not the
very ...
I am the Douglas , fatal to all those That wear those colours on them : -what art
thou , That counterfeit'st the person of a king ? K. Hen . The king himself ; who ,
Douglas , grieves at heart , So many of his shadows thou hast met , And not the
very ...
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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...