The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Nide 5J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Tulokset 6 - 10 kokonaismäärästä 44
Sivu 42
... earth , Where nothing lives but crosses , care , and grief . Your husband he is gone to save far off , Whilst others come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot support myself ...
... earth , Where nothing lives but crosses , care , and grief . Your husband he is gone to save far off , Whilst others come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot support myself ...
Sivu 51
... earth , And lean - look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; Rich men look sad , and ruffians dance and leap , — The one , in fear to lose what they enjoy , The other , to enjoy by rage and war : These signs forerun the death or fall of ...
... earth , And lean - look'd prophets whisper fearful change ; Rich men look sad , and ruffians dance and leap , — The one , in fear to lose what they enjoy , The other , to enjoy by rage and war : These signs forerun the death or fall of ...
Sivu 52
... earth from the firmament ! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west , Witnessing storms to come , woe , and unrest : Thy friends are fled , to wait upon thy foes ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes . ACT III . [ Exit . SCENE I ...
... earth from the firmament ! Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west , Witnessing storms to come , woe , and unrest : Thy friends are fled , to wait upon thy foes ; And crossly to thy good all fortune goes . ACT III . [ Exit . SCENE I ...
Sivu 54
... earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my gentle earth , Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : But let thy spiders , that suck up thy venom , And heavy - gaited toads , lie in their ...
... earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my gentle earth , Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : But let thy spiders , that suck up thy venom , And heavy - gaited toads , lie in their ...
Sivu 55
... earth shall have a feeling , and these stones Prove armed soldiers , ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellious arms . Bishop . Fear not , my lord ; that Power , that made you king , Hath power to keep you king , in spite of ...
... earth shall have a feeling , and these stones Prove armed soldiers , ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellious arms . Bishop . Fear not , my lord ; that Power , that made you king , Hath power to keep you king , in spite of ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke brother captain Constable of France cousin crown dæmon dead death dost doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear France French friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host John of Gaunt Kate Kath King HENRY king Richard Lady liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shal Shallow sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
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Sivu 30 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,) Like to a tenement, or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds...
Sivu 436 - 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 281 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.
Sivu 352 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Sivu 124 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Sivu 208 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Sivu 281 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst 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?
Sivu 59 - No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Sivu 122 - 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 436 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.