The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 4 |
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O , had thy grandsire , with a prophet ' s eye , Seen how his son ' s son should
destroy his sons , From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame ; Deposing
thee before thou wert possess ' d , Which art possess ' d * now to depose thyself .
O , had thy grandsire , with a prophet ' s eye , Seen how his son ' s son should
destroy his sons , From forth thy reach he would have laid thy shame ; Deposing
thee before thou wert possess ' d , Which art possess ' d * now to depose thyself .
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And I can teach thee , coz , to shame the devil , By telling truth ; Tell truth , and
shame the devil . If thou have power to raise him , bring him hither , And I ' ll be
sworn , I have power to shame him hence . O , while you live , tell truth , and
shame ...
And I can teach thee , coz , to shame the devil , By telling truth ; Tell truth , and
shame the devil . If thou have power to raise him , bring him hither , And I ' ll be
sworn , I have power to shame him hence . O , while you live , tell truth , and
shame ...
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Doth not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a
shame to be on any side but one , it is worse shame to beg than to be on the
worst side , were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it . .
Atten .
Doth not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a
shame to be on any side but one , it is worse shame to beg than to be on the
worst side , were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it . .
Atten .
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The town is beseeched , and the trumpet calls us to the breach ; and we talk , and
, by Chrish , do nothing ; ' tis shame for us all : so God sa ' me , ' tis shame to
stand still ; it is shame , by my hand : aud there is throats to be cut , and works to
be ...
The town is beseeched , and the trumpet calls us to the breach ; and we talk , and
, by Chrish , do nothing ; ' tis shame for us all : so God sa ' me , ' tis shame to
stand still ; it is shame , by my hand : aud there is throats to be cut , and works to
be ...
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O perdurable * shame ! - let ' s stab ourselves . Be these the wretches that we
play ' d at dice for ? Orl . Is this the king we sent to for his ransome ? Bour .
Shame , and eternal shame , nothing but shame ! Let us die instant : Once more
back ...
O perdurable * shame ! - let ' s stab ourselves . Be these the wretches that we
play ' d at dice for ? Orl . Is this the king we sent to for his ransome ? Bour .
Shame , and eternal shame , nothing but shame ! Let us die instant : Once more
back ...
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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...
Страница 336 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
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...