The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volumul 6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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Pagina 31
... breath ? K. Phi . Louis , determine what we shall do straight . Lou . Women and fools , break off your confer- ence . King John , this is the very sum of all : England , and Ireland , Anjou , Touraine , Maine , In right of Arthur do I ...
... breath ? K. Phi . Louis , determine what we shall do straight . Lou . Women and fools , break off your confer- ence . King John , this is the very sum of all : England , and Ireland , Anjou , Touraine , Maine , In right of Arthur do I ...
Pagina 41
... breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field . Persever not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour : we are bent to hear . Cit . That daughter , there , of Spain , the Lady Blanch ...
... breathing lives to die in beds , That here come sacrifices for the field . Persever not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on , with favour : we are bent to hear . Cit . That daughter , there , of Spain , the Lady Blanch ...
Pagina 43
... breath Of soft petitions , pity and remorse Cool and congeal again to what it was . Cit . Why answer not the double Majesties This friendly treaty of our threatened town ? K. Phi . Speak England first , that hath been for- ward first To ...
... breath Of soft petitions , pity and remorse Cool and congeal again to what it was . Cit . Why answer not the double Majesties This friendly treaty of our threatened town ? K. Phi . Speak England first , that hath been for- ward first To ...
Pagina 47
... breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not believe thee , man ; I have a King's oath to the contrary . Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me , For I am sick , and capable of fears ; Oppress'd with wrongs , and therefore full ...
... breath of a common man : Believe me , I do not believe thee , man ; I have a King's oath to the contrary . Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me , For I am sick , and capable of fears ; Oppress'd with wrongs , and therefore full ...
Pagina 52
... breath of a sacred King ? Thou canst not , Cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy , and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the Pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England , Add thus much more , - that no ...
... breath of a sacred King ? Thou canst not , Cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy , and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the Pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England , Add thus much more , - that no ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volumul 6 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1883 |
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Pagina 467 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Pagina 380 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Pagina 467 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pagina 370 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 199 - 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 ? Car.
Pagina 166 - 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...
Pagina 198 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills...
Pagina 293 - 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...
Pagina 65 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 467 - 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...