Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Част 179, Том 2 |
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... fair island and the territories , — To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine ; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right ...
... fair island and the territories , — To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine ; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right ...
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... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour and land ! my K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But ...
... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour and land ! my K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But ...
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... fair boy , 6. That pale , that white fac'd shore . Albion ; so called from her white cliffs : Latin , alba , white- Const . Oh , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make ...
... fair boy , 6. That pale , that white fac'd shore . Albion ; so called from her white cliffs : Latin , alba , white- Const . Oh , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make ...
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... fair - fac'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field : Perséver not , but hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we ...
... fair - fac'd league ; Win you this city without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field : Perséver not , but hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we ...
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... fair town We make him lord of . - Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : -I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in some measure satisfy her so , That we shall stop her ...
... fair town We make him lord of . - Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity : -I trust we shall , If not fill up the measure of her will , Yet in some measure satisfy her so , That we shall stop her ...
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All's arms Bardolph bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz elliptically England Exeunt Exit express eyes Falstaff father fear Folio prints France French friends Gentlemen of Verona give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry IV Henry VI Holinshed honour King Henry King John king's Lady live lord Love's Labour's Lost madam majesty means Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream never noble Note peace Pist play Poins pray Prince Quarto queen Rich Richard Richard II royal SCENE Second Part Henry sense sentence Shakespeare Sir John soldiers soul speak speech Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Twelfth Night uncle unto Warwick Winter's Tale word York
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Страница 257 - 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 blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon (*) up the blood...
Страница 52 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Страница 582 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. 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, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one,...
Страница 99 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As. in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard, no man cried, God save him...
Страница 434 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must...
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Страница 434 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Страница 34 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.