The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
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Sivu 1
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of s Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to any thing : The wills above be ...
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of s Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to any thing : The wills above be ...
Sivu 6
And Comes to the entertainer - Ant . And , sowing the kernels of it in the sea , No s Seb . A dollar , bring forth more islands . Seb . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spo- Gon . Ay ? Ant ken truer than you purposed .
And Comes to the entertainer - Ant . And , sowing the kernels of it in the sea , No s Seb . A dollar , bring forth more islands . Seb . Gon . Dolour comes to him , indeed ; you have spo- Gon . Ay ? Ant ken truer than you purposed .
Sivu 9
Cits , good azze's , preserve the king ! s flor War , bow dov , bı ! awake ! Ilhy are you They wake . it's draus . Wheret e this ghastle londing ? Gus Wat's the matter ? Sen. Is we sted here secaring your repos : min : Evea pas ...
Cits , good azze's , preserve the king ! s flor War , bow dov , bı ! awake ! Ilhy are you They wake . it's draus . Wheret e this ghastle londing ? Gus Wat's the matter ? Sen. Is we sted here secaring your repos : min : Evea pas ...
Sivu 14
S her ad pot at which a I have from their confines call'd to enact At which , like unback'd colts , they prick'd their ears , My present fancies . Advanc'd their eye - lids , lifted up their noses , Fer . Let me live here ever !
S her ad pot at which a I have from their confines call'd to enact At which , like unback'd colts , they prick'd their ears , My present fancies . Advanc'd their eye - lids , lifted up their noses , Fer . Let me live here ever !
Sivu 20
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Sivu 365 - 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...
Sivu 253 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Sivu 365 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Sivu 305 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Sivu 287 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Sivu 265 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Sivu 252 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
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| Otsikko | The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare |
| Kirjoittaja | William Shakespeare |
| Kustantaja | Fleischer, 1824 |
| Alkuperäisteoksen sijainti | New York Public Library |
| Digitoitu | 30. joulukuu 2006 |
| Pituus | 830 sivua |
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