Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Том 4Whittaker, 1858 |
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... honour of this warlike isle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read but England's kings have had Large sums of gold , and dowries , with their wives ; And our king ...
... honour of this warlike isle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read but England's kings have had Large sums of gold , and dowries , with their wives ; And our king ...
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... honour'd , of the people.- Join we together , for the public good , In what we can to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk , and the cardinal , With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish duke Humphrey's ...
... honour'd , of the people.- Join we together , for the public good , In what we can to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk , and the cardinal , With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish duke Humphrey's ...
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... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . S Duch . What , what , my lord ! are you so choleric what it doth bode God knows . ] In the old play of " The First Part of the Contention , " 1594 , this speech is ...
... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . S Duch . What , what , my lord ! are you so choleric what it doth bode God knows . ] In the old play of " The First Part of the Contention , " 1594 , this speech is ...
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... " the armourer's man " in the stage - direction , Here Peter ( like 1 Pet . in the very beginning of the scene ) commits an ignorant blunder , " usurer " for usurper , Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love , 18 [ ACT I. SECOND PART OF.
... " the armourer's man " in the stage - direction , Here Peter ( like 1 Pet . in the very beginning of the scene ) commits an ignorant blunder , " usurer " for usurper , Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love , 18 [ ACT I. SECOND PART OF.
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... Honour , and virtue , and convers'd with such As , like to pitch , defile nobility , I banish her , my bed , and company , And give her as a prey to law , and shame , That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name . K. Hen . Well , for ...
... Honour , and virtue , and convers'd with such As , like to pitch , defile nobility , I banish her , my bed , and company , And give her as a prey to law , and shame , That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name . K. Hen . Well , for ...
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Страница 428 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 431 - 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 431 - 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...
Страница 497 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Страница 429 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Страница 428 - But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Страница 345 - I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Страница 497 - What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Страница 151 - So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Страница 211 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!