The Works of Shakespeare, Том 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... honour and discipline , and Pistol's moment of hollow triumph 1 is but a prelude to his final humiliation ; while the Boy , once a promis- ing pupil of Bardolph's , sums up their characteristics at the outset ( iii . 2. ) with the ...
... honour and discipline , and Pistol's moment of hollow triumph 1 is but a prelude to his final humiliation ; while the Boy , once a promis- ing pupil of Bardolph's , sums up their characteristics at the outset ( iii . 2. ) with the ...
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... honour , Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights , Six thousand and two hundred good esquires ; And , to relief of lazars and weak age , Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil , A hundred almshouses right well supplied ; And ...
... honour , Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights , Six thousand and two hundred good esquires ; And , to relief of lazars and weak age , Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil , A hundred almshouses right well supplied ; And ...
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... , like Turkish mute , etc. , our grave 210 220 230 with shall be undistinguished , no remembrance over it , ' not honoured even by the most ephemeral epitaph . Of our fair cousin Dauphin ; for we hear Your 29 SC . II King Henry the Fifth.
... , like Turkish mute , etc. , our grave 210 220 230 with shall be undistinguished , no remembrance over it , ' not honoured even by the most ephemeral epitaph . Of our fair cousin Dauphin ; for we hear Your 29 SC . II King Henry the Fifth.
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... honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man : They sell the pasture now to buy the horse , Following the mirror of all Christian kings , With winged heels , as English Mercuries . For now sits Expectation in the air , And ...
... honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man : They sell the pasture now to buy the horse , Following the mirror of all Christian kings , With winged heels , as English Mercuries . For now sits Expectation in the air , And ...
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... honour ; and this man Hath , for a few light crowns , lightly conspired , And sworn unto the practices of France , To kill us here in Hampton : to the which This knight , no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is , hath likewise ...
... honour ; and this man Hath , for a few light crowns , lightly conspired , And sworn unto the practices of France , To kill us here in Hampton : to the which This knight , no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is , hath likewise ...
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Страница 28 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Страница 441 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
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 426 - 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 437 - 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?
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 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 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.
Страница 481 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.