The Vale Shakespeare, Том 19Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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... Kate ? KATHARINE . Pardonnez - moi , I cannot tell vat is ' like me . ' KING HENRY . An angel is like you , Kate , and you are like an angel . KATHARINE . Que dit - il ? que je suis semblable à les anges ? ALICE . Oui , vraiment , sauf ...
... Kate ? KATHARINE . Pardonnez - moi , I cannot tell vat is ' like me . ' KING HENRY . An angel is like you , Kate , and you are like an angel . KATHARINE . Que dit - il ? que je suis semblable à les anges ? ALICE . Oui , vraiment , sauf ...
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... Kate , my wooing is fit for thy understanding : I am glad thou canst speak no better English ; for , if thou couldst , thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown . I know no ways to ...
... Kate , my wooing is fit for thy understanding : I am glad thou canst speak no better English ; for , if thou couldst , thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown . I know no ways to ...
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... Kate : but in loving me , you should love the friend of France ; for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it ; I will have it all mine : and , Kate , when France is mine and I am yours , then yours is France and ...
... Kate : but in loving me , you should love the friend of France ; for I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it ; I will have it all mine : and , Kate , when France is mine and I am yours , then yours is France and ...
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... Kate , you will to her dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart : but , good Kate , mock me mercifully ; the rather , gentle princess , because I love thee cruelly . Ifever thou beest mine , Kate , as I have a saving ...
... Kate , you will to her dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart : but , good Kate , mock me mercifully ; the rather , gentle princess , because I love thee cruelly . Ifever thou beest mine , Kate , as I have a saving ...
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... Kate ; it shall please him , Kate . KATHARINE . Den it sall also content me . KING HENRY . Upon that I kiss your hand , and I call you my queen . KATHARINE . Laissez , mon seigneur , laissez , laissez : ma foi , je ne veux point que ...
... Kate ; it shall please him , Kate . KATHARINE . Den it sall also content me . KING HENRY . Upon that I kiss your hand , and I call you my queen . KATHARINE . Laissez , mon seigneur , laissez , laissez : ma foi , je ne veux point que ...
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Alençon ALICE art thou Aunchient BARDOLPH BATES Bedford behold beseech blood BOURBON brother BURGUNDY Cambridge CANTERBURY Captain Macmorris Chrish Constable of France cousin crown DAUPHIN dead dear doth Duke of Bourbon Duke of Burgundy duke of Lorraine Dukes of Berri Earl of Cambridge England English Enter Chorus Enter King Henry Enter Pistol ERPINGHAM Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear fingres FRENCH KING FRENCH SOLDIER give Gloucester glove grace Grandpré GREY hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart herald honour horse HOSTESS humour JAMY Kate KATHARINE King of France king's knave leek liege look lord Macedon madame majesty mercy mighty mistress mock MONTJOY never night noble numbers o'er ORLEANS pray pridge princes QUEEN ISABEL RAMBURES ransom Salique SCENE SCROOP Seigneur soul sovereign speak swear sword tell thee thine to-morrow treason unto valiant valour wear WESTMORELAND WILLIAMS
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Страница lxvii - Not to-day, O Lord, 0 not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! 1 Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their...
Страница vi - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Страница xxxvi - 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...
Страница xxxvii - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Страница xcvi - ... favours, they do always reason themselves out again. What ! a speaker is but a prater ; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white ; a curled pate will grow bald ; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon ; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
Страница xxxvii - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Страница xiv - While that the armed hand doth fight abroad The advised head defends itself at home : For government, though high and low and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, Congreeing in a full and natural close, Like music.
Страница lix - Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Страница lxxii - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Страница lviii - NOW entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret .whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber