The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Том 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life ; and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . There is extant another ...
... John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life ; and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . There is extant another ...
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... John . ELINOR , the widow of king Henry II . and mother of king John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur . BLANCH , daughter to Alphonso , king of Castile , and niece to king John . Lady FAULCONBRIDGE , mother to the bastard , and Robert ...
... John . ELINOR , the widow of king Henry II . and mother of king John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur . BLANCH , daughter to Alphonso , king of Castile , and niece to king John . Lady FAULCONBRIDGE , mother to the bastard , and Robert ...
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In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. KING JOHN . ACT I. SCENE I - Northampton . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter King JOHN , Queen ELINOR , PEMBROKE , ESSEX , SAL- ISBURY , and others , with CHATILLON . King John . Now , say ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. KING JOHN . ACT I. SCENE I - Northampton . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter King JOHN , Queen ELINOR , PEMBROKE , ESSEX , SAL- ISBURY , and others , with CHATILLON . King John . Now , say ...
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... John . Our strong possession , and our right , for us . Eli . Your strong possession , much more than your right ; Or else it must go wrong with you , and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear ; Which none but heaven , and you ...
... John . Our strong possession , and our right , for us . Eli . Your strong possession , much more than your right ; Or else it must go wrong with you , and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear ; Which none but heaven , and you ...
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In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of ...
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Страница 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Страница 15 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Страница 48 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Страница 43 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Страница 6 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Страница 49 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Страница 22 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Страница 80 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Страница 2 - 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 80 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o