William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Volumul 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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Pagina 3
... unto Henry's death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men ...
... unto Henry's death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men ...
Pagina 4
... Unto his dastard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mess . O no , he lives ; but is took prisoner , And lord Scales with him , and lord Hungerford : Most of the rest slaughter'd , or took , likewise . Bed . His ransom there is none but I shall ...
... Unto his dastard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mess . O no , he lives ; but is took prisoner , And lord Scales with him , and lord Hungerford : Most of the rest slaughter'd , or took , likewise . Bed . His ransom there is none but I shall ...
Pagina 8
... unto Salisbury's death , For none would strike a stroke in his revenge . ~ Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans , In spite of us , or aught that we could do . O , would I were to die with Salisbury ! The shame hereof will make me hide my ...
... unto Salisbury's death , For none would strike a stroke in his revenge . ~ Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans , In spite of us , or aught that we could do . O , would I were to die with Salisbury ! The shame hereof will make me hide my ...
Pagina 10
William Shakespeare. Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not , my ... unto my will . Som . Judge you , my lord of Warwick , then between us . War . Between two hawks , which flies the ...
William Shakespeare. Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not , my ... unto my will . Som . Judge you , my lord of Warwick , then between us . War . Between two hawks , which flies the ...
Pagina 14
... unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death . K. Hen . Stoop then , and set your knee against my foot ; And , in reguerdon2 ...
... unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death . K. Hen . Stoop then , and set your knee against my foot ; And , in reguerdon2 ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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Pagina 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pagina 386 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pagina 242 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Pagina 408 - It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 135 - 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...
Pagina 85 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 134 - 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.
Pagina 66 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 435 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.