The Works of Shakespeare, Том 7Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... the following line , which makes the setting sun his crown . 70. Most spend their mouths , give tongue loudest ; a technical term of hunting . Of what a monarchy you are the head : Self 52 King Henry the Fifth ACT II.
... the following line , which makes the setting sun his crown . 70. Most spend their mouths , give tongue loudest ; a technical term of hunting . Of what a monarchy you are the head : Self 52 King Henry the Fifth ACT II.
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... tongue and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof a ' breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , he hath heard that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest a ' should be thought 40 a ...
... tongue and a quiet sword ; by the means whereof a ' breaks words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , he hath heard that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest a ' should be thought 40 a ...
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... tongues , and my horse is argument for them all ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for the world , familiar to us and unknown , to 40 lay apart their particular functions and ...
... tongues , and my horse is argument for them all ' tis a subject for a sovereign to reason on , and for a sovereign's sovereign to ride on ; and for the world , familiar to us and unknown , to 40 lay apart their particular functions and ...
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... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez - moi , I cannot tell vat is ' like me . ' 90 100 K. Hen . An angel is like you , Kate , and you 110 are like an angel . 90. consign thereto , confirm it with our seal . 94. too nicely ...
... tongue . Do you like me , Kate ? Kath . Pardonnez - moi , I cannot tell vat is ' like me . ' 90 100 K. Hen . An angel is like you , Kate , and you 110 are like an angel . 90. consign thereto , confirm it with our seal . 94. too nicely ...
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... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Oui , dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits : dat is de princess . K. Hen . The princess is the better English- woman . I ' faith , Kate , my wooing is fit for thy understanding : I ...
... tongues of men are full of deceits ? Alice . Oui , dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits : dat is de princess . K. Hen . The princess is the better English- woman . I ' faith , Kate , my wooing is fit for thy understanding : I ...
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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.