Shakespeare's Stories of the English KingsG.G. Harrap, 1912 - 284 pagini |
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Pagina 16
... afterwards followed him to the place of embarkation , and watched the ship fade upon the horizon . Posthumus stood upon the deck waving his handkerchief in farewell , and Pisanio waited until no further 16 Shakespeare's English Kings.
... afterwards followed him to the place of embarkation , and watched the ship fade upon the horizon . Posthumus stood upon the deck waving his handkerchief in farewell , and Pisanio waited until no further 16 Shakespeare's English Kings.
Pagina 31
... stood by , " there's no more tribute to be paid . Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time ; and , as I said , there is no moe such Caesars : other of them may have crooked noses , but to owe such straight arms , none . We have ...
... stood by , " there's no more tribute to be paid . Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time ; and , as I said , there is no moe such Caesars : other of them may have crooked noses , but to owe such straight arms , none . We have ...
Pagina 32
... stood around , and when Caius Lucius left under safe conduct for Milford Haven all knew that war would soon be declared between Rome and Britain . Pisanio had now returned , and found that much anxious search was being made for the ...
... stood around , and when Caius Lucius left under safe conduct for Milford Haven all knew that war would soon be declared between Rome and Britain . Pisanio had now returned , and found that much anxious search was being made for the ...
Pagina 36
... stood before him . The evening sun lighted up a face of radiant beauty , and the eyes of Imogen , refreshed by sleep , beamed upon the old man . She was a little afraid , but something in his face encouraged her . The stalwart youths ...
... stood before him . The evening sun lighted up a face of radiant beauty , and the eyes of Imogen , refreshed by sleep , beamed upon the old man . She was a little afraid , but something in his face encouraged her . The stalwart youths ...
Pagina 38
... stood beside the lifeless form speechless with dismay and sorrow . They thought that she was dead , and Arviragus said : " With fairest flowers , Whilst summer lasts , and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt ...
... stood beside the lifeless form speechless with dismay and sorrow . They thought that she was dead , and Arviragus said : " With fairest flowers , Whilst summer lasts , and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt ...
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Archbishop army Arthur Arthur of Brittany Bardolph battle Belarius Bishop blood brother Buckingham Cardinal Castle Clarence Cloten crown Cymbeline dark Dauphin dead death doth Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl enemies England English eyes face Falstaff farewell father fear fell Fluellen flung France French Glendower Gloucester grief Guiderius hand Harry Hastings hath head heart heaven Henry Bolingbroke Henry VI honour horse Hotspur House of York Hubert Iachimo Imogen John of Gaunt King Cymbeline King Edward King Henry King John King Richard King's knew knight Lady Lancaster Lancastrians land London look Mortimer murder never nobles Norfolk Northumberland palace Pandulph peace Percy Philip Pisanio Pistol Plantagenet Poins Posthumus Princess prisoner Queen replied Richard Plantagenet Roman Salisbury Sir Richard smile soldiers soon sorrow soul stood Suffolk sword Talbot thee thou thought throne tongue Tower villain Wales Warwick wife Wolsey words Yorkists young
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Pagina 194 - s he that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pagina 191 - Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread Never sees horrid night, the child of hell, But, like a lackey, from the rise to set Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night Sleeps in Elysium...
Pagina 178 - Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled Kingdom. They have a King, and Officers of sorts : 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...
Pagina 124 - 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...
Pagina 278 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Pagina 120 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea. but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ' Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery. then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is that word. honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? he that died o
Pagina 256 - Give me another horse ! — bind up my wounds ! — Have mercy, Jesu ! — Soft ! I did but dream. — O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! — The lights burn blue. — It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
Pagina 105 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce. have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 184 - 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.
Pagina 102 - 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 at his pomp...