The Plays, Том 5Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Hast thou , according to thy oath and band * , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ...
... Hast thou , according to thy oath and band * , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ...
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... hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from hence ! But what thou art , heaven ...
... hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from hence ! But what thou art , heaven ...
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... hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , king , that thou can'st give : Shorten my days thou can'st with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow : Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But ...
... hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , king , that thou can'st give : Shorten my days thou can'st with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow : Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But ...
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... hast thou made me gaunt : Gaunt am I for the grave , gaunt as a grave , Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones . K. Rich . Can sick men play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , misery makes sport to mock itself : Since thou ...
... hast thou made me gaunt : Gaunt am I for the grave , gaunt as a grave , Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones . K. Rich . Can sick men play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , misery makes sport to mock itself : Since thou ...
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... . Gaunt . O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's son ; That blood already , like the pelican , * Mad . Hast thou tapp'd out , and drunkenly carous'd : My SCENE I. ] 27 KING RICHARD II .
... . Gaunt . O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's son ; That blood already , like the pelican , * Mad . Hast thou tapp'd out , and drunkenly carous'd : My SCENE I. ] 27 KING RICHARD II .
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Страница 297 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Страница 330 - 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 21 - 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 213 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Страница 131 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Страница 50 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Страница 322 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Страница 307 - Where some, like Magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like Merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like Soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their Emperor...
Страница 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Страница 235 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.