The Works of Shakespeare, Том 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... keeping with the modesty of true valour which makes him forbid the display of his bruised helmet and bent sword in the London streets . In his actual treatment of Harfleur he shows a humanity not recorded of the historic Henry , who ...
... keeping with the modesty of true valour which makes him forbid the display of his bruised helmet and bent sword in the London streets . In his actual treatment of Harfleur he shows a humanity not recorded of the historic Henry , who ...
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... keep quiet in his conscience , Wearing the crown of France , till satisfied That fair Queen Isabel , his grandmother , Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare , Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine : By the which marriage the line ...
... keep quiet in his conscience , Wearing the crown of France , till satisfied That fair Queen Isabel , his grandmother , Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare , Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine : By the which marriage the line ...
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... keep in one consent , Congreeing in a full and natural close , Like music . Cant . Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions , Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed , as an aim or butt ...
... keep in one consent , Congreeing in a full and natural close , Like music . Cant . Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions , Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed , as an aim or butt ...
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... keep my state , Be like a king and show my sail of greatness When I do rouse me in my throne of France : For that I have laid by my majesty And plodded like a man for working - days , But I will rise there with so full a glory That I ...
... keep my state , Be like a king and show my sail of greatness When I do rouse me in my throne of France : For that I have laid by my majesty And plodded like a man for working - days , But I will rise there with so full a glory That I ...
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... keep lodgers . Host . No , by my troth , not long ; for we can- not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- women that live honestly by the prick of their needles , but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight . [ Nym and ...
... keep lodgers . Host . No , by my troth , not long ; for we can- not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- women that live honestly by the prick of their needles , but it will be thought we keep a bawdy house straight . [ Nym and ...
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Страница 101 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Страница 425 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Страница 424 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 57 - 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...
Страница 435 - tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Страница 280 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: 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 neighbors.
Страница 243 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Страница 58 - 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, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
Страница 218 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Страница 234 - s holiness. 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.