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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... Hear the crier ! 19 What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An'a may catch your hide 20 and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , 21 Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ...
... Hear the crier ! 19 What the devil art thou ? Bast . One that will play the devil , sir , with you , An'a may catch your hide 20 and you alone : You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , 21 Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard ...
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... hear us first . These flags of France , that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town , earth ! Call not me slanderer ; thou and thine usurp The dominations , royalties , and rights Of this oppressed boy : this is thy ...
... hear us first . These flags of France , that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town , earth ! Call not me slanderer ; thou and thine usurp The dominations , royalties , and rights Of this oppressed boy : this is thy ...
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... hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we are bent to hear . First Cit . That daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch , 61 Is near to England : 62 - look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin , and that lovely maid ...
... hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour ; we are bent to hear . First Cit . That daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch , 61 Is near to England : 62 - look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin , and that lovely maid ...
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... Hear me , oh , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O Lymoges ! O Austria ! 21 thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant ...
... Hear me , oh , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O Lymoges ! O Austria ! 21 thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant ...
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... Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit 5 alone , Without eyes , ears , and harmful sound of words ; Then , in despite of brooded 56 watchful day , I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts : But , ah ...
... Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit 5 alone , Without eyes , ears , and harmful sound of words ; Then , in despite of brooded 56 watchful day , I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts : But , ah ...
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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 30 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
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...
Страница 161 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Страница 583 - 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...
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.