The Plays of Shakspeare, Volumul 2Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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Pagina 14
... Enter our gates ; dispose of us , and ours ; For we no longer are defensible . K. Hen . Open your gates . -Come , uncle Exeter , Go you and enter Harfleur ; there remain , And fortify it strongly ' gainst the French : Use mercy to them ...
... Enter our gates ; dispose of us , and ours ; For we no longer are defensible . K. Hen . Open your gates . -Come , uncle Exeter , Go you and enter Harfleur ; there remain , And fortify it strongly ' gainst the French : Use mercy to them ...
Pagina 19
... Enter CHORUS . Chor . Now entertain conjecture of a time , When creeping murmur , and the poring dark , Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp , through the foul womb of night , The hum of either army stilly sounds ...
... Enter CHORUS . Chor . Now entertain conjecture of a time , When creeping murmur , and the poring dark , Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp , through the foul womb of night , The hum of either army stilly sounds ...
Pagina 22
... enter - tissued robe of gold and pearl , The farced title running ' fore the king , The throne he sits on , nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world , No , not all these , thrice - gorgeous ceremony , Not all ...
... enter - tissued robe of gold and pearl , The farced title running ' fore the king , The throne he sits on , nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world , No , not all these , thrice - gorgeous ceremony , Not all ...
Pagina 39
... Enter , to the gates , WOODVILLE , the Lieutenant . Wood . Within . ] What noise is this ? what traitors have we here ? Glo . Lieutenant , is it you , whose voice I hear ? Open the gates ; here's Gloster that would enter . Wood . Within ...
... Enter , to the gates , WOODVILLE , the Lieutenant . Wood . Within . ] What noise is this ? what traitors have we here ? Glo . Lieutenant , is it you , whose voice I hear ? Open the gates ; here's Gloster that would enter . Wood . Within ...
Pagina 41
... enter JOAN LA PUCELLE , driving Englishmen be- fore her . Then enter TALBOт . Tal . Where is my strength , my valour , and my force ? Our English troops retire , I cannot stay them ; A woman , clad in armour , chaseth them . Enter LA ...
... enter JOAN LA PUCELLE , driving Englishmen be- fore her . Then enter TALBOт . Tal . Where is my strength , my valour , and my force ? Our English troops retire , I cannot stay them ; A woman , clad in armour , chaseth them . Enter LA ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool France friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rome Romeo SCENE soldier Somerset soul speak stand 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 541 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 104 - 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 16 - 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...
Pagina 470 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall...
Pagina 314 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Pagina 358 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Pagina 314 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pagina 187 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Pagina 570 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...