The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry IV, pt. 1-2Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... Julius Cæsar , v . 1 : " But , for your is , they rob the Hybla bees , and leave them honeyless . " — It is certain in this play , as originally written , Falstaff bore the name of Oldcastle ; " old lad of the castle " is no doubt a ...
... Julius Cæsar , v . 1 : " But , for your is , they rob the Hybla bees , and leave them honeyless . " — It is certain in this play , as originally written , Falstaff bore the name of Oldcastle ; " old lad of the castle " is no doubt a ...
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... Julius Cæsar . 33 The old Poets sometimes called their slight lyrical effu name of Fancies and Good - nighte urst 35 his head for crowding among the marshal's men.
... Julius Cæsar . 33 The old Poets sometimes called their slight lyrical effu name of Fancies and Good - nighte urst 35 his head for crowding among the marshal's men.
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... Julius Cæsar was eminently handsome in face and person ; but it is said that , what with his disease , and his continual rapture of administrative energy , he was in his latter years West . Retreat is made , and execution stay'd .
... Julius Cæsar was eminently handsome in face and person ; but it is said that , what with his disease , and his continual rapture of administrative energy , he was in his latter years West . Retreat is made , and execution stay'd .
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Страница 75 - I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Страница 29 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Страница 3 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Страница 29 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile 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.
Страница 69 - Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the devil.
Страница 5 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.