The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Том 5 |
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... once ; Or nourish'd him , as I did with my blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there , Rather than made that savage duke thine heir , And disinherited thine only son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me : If ...
... once ; Or nourish'd him , as I did with my blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there , Rather than made that savage duke thine heir , And disinherited thine only son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me : If ...
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... once they see them spread : And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace , And utter ruin of the house of York . Thus do I leave thee : -Come , son , let's away : Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle ...
... once they see them spread : And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace , And utter ruin of the house of York . Thus do I leave thee : -Come , son , let's away : Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle ...
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... once again , And in thy thought o'er - run my former time : And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face ; And bite thy tongue , that slanders him with cowardice , Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will ...
... once again , And in thy thought o'er - run my former time : And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face ; And bite thy tongue , that slanders him with cowardice , Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will ...
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... once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon our foes ! But never once again turn back , and fly . Rich . Ay , now , methinks , I hear great Warwick Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day , That cries ...
... once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon our foes ! But never once again turn back , and fly . Rich . Ay , now , methinks , I hear great Warwick Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day , That cries ...
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... Once more , sweet lords , farewell . Geo . Yet let us all together to our troops , And give them leave to fly that will not stay ; And call them pillars , that will stand to us ; And , if we thrive , promise them such rewards As victors ...
... Once more , sweet lords , farewell . Geo . Yet let us all together to our troops , And give them leave to fly that will not stay ; And call them pillars , that will stand to us ; And , if we thrive , promise them such rewards As victors ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
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Страница 17 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
Страница 33 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Страница 56 - O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Страница 63 - 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Страница 7 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Страница 16 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the...
Страница 73 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Страница 59 - 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 101 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Страница 28 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.