The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: King John. Richard the Second. Henry the FourthCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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Pagina 12
... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile does not suit well : the lightning indeed appears before the thunder is heard , but the lightning is destructive , and the thunder innocent . JOHNSON ...
... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile does not suit well : the lightning indeed appears before the thunder is heard , but the lightning is destructive , and the thunder innocent . JOHNSON ...
Pagina 13
... honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine e ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my ...
... honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is my brother's plea , and none of mine e ; The which if he can prove , ' a pops me out At least from fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my ...
Pagina 16
... honour , your's gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . ; Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by ...
... honour , your's gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . ; Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by ...
Pagina 18
... honour up and down ? Bast . My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son ? Colbrand the giant , that same mighty man ? * Is it sir Robert's son , that you seek so ? Lady F. Sir Robert's son ! Ay , thou unreverend boy . Sir Robert's son ...
... honour up and down ? Bast . My brother Robert ? old sir Robert's son ? Colbrand the giant , that same mighty man ? * Is it sir Robert's son , that you seek so ? Lady F. Sir Robert's son ! Ay , thou unreverend boy . Sir Robert's son ...
Pagina 33
... honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , prince Dauphin ; can you love this lady ? Lew . Nay , ask me if I can refrain from love ; For I do love her most unfeignedly . K. John . Then do I ...
... honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , prince Dauphin ; can you love this lady ? Lew . Nay , ask me if I can refrain from love ; For I do love her most unfeignedly . K. John . Then do I ...
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Pagina 301 - 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 deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Pagina 301 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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 300 - 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 110 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son : 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.
Pagina 84 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 106 - 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 183 - 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 ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came...
Pagina 132 - 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 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 55 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.