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He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman ' s . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say
, thou didst not well When I was got , I ' ll send his soul to hell , • A character in an
...
He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman ' s . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say
, thou didst not well When I was got , I ' ll send his soul to hell , • A character in an
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Ay , hand from hand , my love , and heart from heart . Queen . Banish us both ,
and send the king with me . North . That were some love , but little policy . Queen
. Then whither he goes , thither let me go . K . Rich . So two , together weeping ...
Ay , hand from hand , my love , and heart from heart . Queen . Banish us both ,
and send the king with me . North . That were some love , but little policy . Queen
. Then whither he goes , thither let me go . K . Rich . So two , together weeping ...
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His eyes do drop no tears , his prayers are in jest ; His words come from his
mouth , ours from our breast : He prays but faintly , and would be denied ; We
pray with heart , and soul , and all beside : His weary joints would gladly rise , I
know ...
His eyes do drop no tears , his prayers are in jest ; His words come from his
mouth , ours from our breast : He prays but faintly , and would be denied ; We
pray with heart , and soul , and all beside : His weary joints would gladly rise , I
know ...
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I ' faith , sweet heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality :
your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire ; and your colour , I
warrant you , is as red as any rose : But , i ' faith , you have drunk too much
canaries ...
I ' faith , sweet heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality :
your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire ; and your colour , I
warrant you , is as red as any rose : But , i ' faith , you have drunk too much
canaries ...
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God - a - mercy , old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully . ... The king ' s a bawcock ,
and a heart of gold , A lad of life , an impt of fame ; Of parents good , of fist most
valiant : I kiss his dirty shoe , and from my heart - strings I love the lovely bully .
God - a - mercy , old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully . ... The king ' s a bawcock ,
and a heart of gold , A lad of life , an impt of fame ; Of parents good , of fist most
valiant : I kiss his dirty shoe , and from my heart - strings I love the lovely bully .
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Страница 173 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? 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,
Страница 146 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Страница 413 - 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: Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold: The civil...
Страница 119 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Страница 145 - 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 436 - ... grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — 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 ! [Exeunt . Alarum,...
Страница 203 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner...
Страница 435 - 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...
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Страница 474 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : 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...
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| Заглавие | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 4 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | George Steevens |
| Публикувана | 1811 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 3 юли 2007 |
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