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Página 245
Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . 0 , I should have a
heavy miss of thee , If I were much in love with vanity . Death hath not struck so fat
a deer to - day , Though many dearer , in this bloody fray :Embowell'd will I see ...
Poor Jack , farewell ! I could have better spar'd a better man . 0 , I should have a
heavy miss of thee , If I were much in love with vanity . Death hath not struck so fat
a deer to - day , Though many dearer , in this bloody fray :Embowell'd will I see ...
Página 268
I am as poor as Job , my lord ; but not so patient : your lordship may minister the
potion of imprisonment to me , in respect of poverty ; but how I should be your
patient to follow your prescriptions , the wise may make some dram of a scruple ,
or ...
I am as poor as Job , my lord ; but not so patient : your lordship may minister the
potion of imprisonment to me , in respect of poverty ; but how I should be your
patient to follow your prescriptions , the wise may make some dram of a scruple ,
or ...
Página 280
How comes this , Sir John ? Fye ! what man of good temper would endure this
tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own ? Fal . What is the gross sum that I owe thee
?
How comes this , Sir John ? Fye ! what man of good temper would endure this
tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
rough a course to come by her own ? Fal . What is the gross sum that I owe thee
?
Página 299
... taking their names upon you before you have earned them . You a captain ,
you slave ! for what ? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdyhouse ? -Hea
captain ! Hang him , rogue ! He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes , and dried
cakes 17.
... taking their names upon you before you have earned them . You a captain ,
you slave ! for what ? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdyhouse ? -Hea
captain ! Hang him , rogue ! He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes , and dried
cakes 17.
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Do but behold yon poor and starved band , And your fair show shall suck away
their souls , Leaving them but the shales and husks of men . There is not work
enough for all our hands ; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins , To give ...
Do but behold yon poor and starved band , And your fair show shall suck away
their souls , Leaving them but the shales and husks of men . There is not work
enough for all our hands ; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins , To give ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 134 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Página 34 - 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: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 313 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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 intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 310 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, 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...
Página 34 - 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...
Página 233 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 488 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Página 396 - Whose high, upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Into a thousand parts divide one man And make imaginary puissance. Think , when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Página 174 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Página 440 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.