The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Том 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove ... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ...
... arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove ... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ...
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... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth her flowing tides . ' Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : - Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight ...
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth her flowing tides . ' Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : - Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight ...
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... arms are set , like clocks , still to strike on ; Else ne'er could they hold out so , as they do . By my consent , we'll e'en let them alone . Alen . Be it so . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Bast . Where's the prince dauphin ? I have ...
... arms are set , like clocks , still to strike on ; Else ne'er could they hold out so , as they do . By my consent , we'll e'en let them alone . Alen . Be it so . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Bast . Where's the prince dauphin ? I have ...
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... arms In open market - place produc'd they me , this day , against God's peace and the king's , we To be a public spectacle to all ; charge and command you , in his highness ' name , Here , said they , is the terror of the French , to ...
... arms In open market - place produc'd they me , this day , against God's peace and the king's , we To be a public spectacle to all ; charge and command you , in his highness ' name , Here , said they , is the terror of the French , to ...
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... arm's fortitude , To join with witches , and the help of hell . Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's that ... arms , I muse , we met not with the dauphin's & ace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous , or ...
... arm's fortitude , To join with witches , and the help of hell . Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's that ... arms , I muse , we met not with the dauphin's & ace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous , or ...
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Страница 65 - 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 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Страница 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
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Страница 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Страница 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Страница 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Страница 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Страница 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.