The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- What , is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I. - Victorious prince of ...
... hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- What , is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I. - Victorious prince of ...
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... Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Cliff . Had I thy brethren here , their lives , and thine , Were not revenge ...
... Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Cliff . Had I thy brethren here , their lives , and thine , Were not revenge ...
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... hath got the field : My uncles both are slain in rescuing me ; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back , and fly , like ships before the wind , Or lambs pursu'd by hunger - starved wolves . My sons God knows , what hath ...
... hath got the field : My uncles both are slain in rescuing me ; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back , and fly , like ships before the wind , Or lambs pursu'd by hunger - starved wolves . My sons God knows , what hath ...
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... hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will not bandy with thee word for word ; But buckle with thee blows , twice two for one . [ Draws . Q. Mar. Hold , valiant Clifford ! for a thousand causes , I would prolong awhile the ...
... hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will not bandy with thee word for word ; But buckle with thee blows , twice two for one . [ Draws . Q. Mar. Hold , valiant Clifford ! for a thousand causes , I would prolong awhile the ...
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... hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails , That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death ? Why art thou patient , man ? thou shouldst be mad ; And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus . Thou wouldst be fee'd , I see , to make ...
... hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails , That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death ? Why art thou patient , man ? thou shouldst be mad ; And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus . Thou wouldst be fee'd , I see , to make ...
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Страница 56 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Страница 53 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Страница 84 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Страница 53 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 48 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Страница 49 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Страница 93 - Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Страница 9 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Страница 19 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...
Страница 104 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.