The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 138
... Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortured body . 1 Lord . Farewell , captain . 2 Lord . Sweet monsieur Parolles ...
... Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortured body . 1 Lord . Farewell , captain . 2 Lord . Sweet monsieur Parolles ...
Pagina 141
... lord , I am glad : Let the rest go . King . My honour's at the stake ; which to defeat , 1 must produce my power : Here , take her hand , Proud scornful boy , unworthy this good gift ; That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love ...
... lord , I am glad : Let the rest go . King . My honour's at the stake ; which to defeat , 1 must produce my power : Here , take her hand , Proud scornful boy , unworthy this good gift ; That dost in vile misprision shackle up My love ...
Pagina 143
... lord and you , monsieur ? Par . I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure . Laf . You have made shift to run into't , boots and purs and all , like him that leaped into the custard ; and out of it you'll run again ...
... lord and you , monsieur ? Par . I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's displeasure . Laf . You have made shift to run into't , boots and purs and all , like him that leaped into the custard ; and out of it you'll run again ...
Pagina 146
... Lords . 1 Lord . Nay , good my lord , put him to't ; let him have his way . 2 Lord . If your lordship find him not a hilding , hold me no more in your respect . 1 Lord . On my life , my lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think , I am so far ...
... Lords . 1 Lord . Nay , good my lord , put him to't ; let him have his way . 2 Lord . If your lordship find him not a hilding , hold me no more in your respect . 1 Lord . On my life , my lord , a bubble . Ber . Do you think , I am so far ...
Pagina 147
... Lord . You shall hear one anon . Par . A drum now of the enemy's ! [ Alarum within . 1 Lord . Throca movousus , cargo , cargo , cargo , 1 Lord . Till then , I'll keep him dark. 2 Lord , But , you say , she's honest . Ber . That's all the ...
... Lord . You shall hear one anon . Par . A drum now of the enemy's ! [ Alarum within . 1 Lord . Throca movousus , cargo , cargo , cargo , 1 Lord . Till then , I'll keep him dark. 2 Lord , But , you say , she's honest . Ber . That's all the ...
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Pagina 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Pagina 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Pagina 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 414 - 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 448 - 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...
Pagina 448 - 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...
Pagina 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Pagina 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...