The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Parte 38,Volume 3 |
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... At our importance , hither is he come , To spread his colours , boy , in thy behalf ; And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle , English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome hither SC . I. 11 KING JOHN .
... At our importance , hither is he come , To spread his colours , boy , in thy behalf ; And to rebuke the usurpation Of thy unnatural uncle , English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome hither SC . I. 11 KING JOHN .
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... English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . [ Drums beat . The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance . They are at hand , To parley , or to ...
... English bottoms have waft o'er , Did never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . [ Drums beat . The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance . They are at hand , To parley , or to ...
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... English , and their discipline , Were harbour'd in their rude circumference . Then , tell us , shall your city call us Lord , In that behalf in which we have challeng❜d it ? Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood ...
... English , and their discipline , Were harbour'd in their rude circumference . Then , tell us , shall your city call us Lord , In that behalf in which we have challeng❜d it ? Or shall we give the signal to our rage , And stalk in blood ...
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... English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground . Many a widow's husband groveling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth ; And Victory , with little loss , doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French ...
... English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground . Many a widow's husband groveling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth ; And Victory , with little loss , doth play Upon the dancing banners of the French ...
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William Shakespeare Thomas Keightley. Our lusty English , all with purpled hands , Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes . Open your gates , and give the victors way . Cit . Heralds , from off our towers we might behold , From first ...
William Shakespeare Thomas Keightley. Our lusty English , all with purpled hands , Dyed in the dying slaughter of their foes . Open your gates , and give the victors way . Cit . Heralds , from off our towers we might behold , From first ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death Dolphin doth Dowglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt gentle give Grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honour horse Host Hubert Kath KING HENRY King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord Majesty Master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray Prince PRINCE JOHN Prince of Wales Rich SCENE Scroop Shal shame shew Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
Passagens conhecidas
Página 81 - 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.
Página 52 - 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.
Página 394 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Página 259 - 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.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 130 - All murder'd; 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Página 312 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 435 - 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...
Página 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...
Página 401 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...