The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 3C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... true challenger . Fr. King . Or else what follows ? Exe . Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts , there will he rake for it : And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming , In thunder , and in earthquake ...
... true challenger . Fr. King . Or else what follows ? Exe . Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts , there will he rake for it : And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming , In thunder , and in earthquake ...
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... true dis- ciplines of the wars , look you , of the Roman disciplines , than is a puppy - dog . Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY , at a distance . Gow . Here ' a comes ; and the Scots captain , captain Jamy , with him . Flu . Captain Jamy is a ...
... true dis- ciplines of the wars , look you , of the Roman disciplines , than is a puppy - dog . Enter MACMORRIS and JAMY , at a distance . Gow . Here ' a comes ; and the Scots captain , captain Jamy , with him . Flu . Captain Jamy is a ...
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... true things , by what their mockeries be . SCENE I - The English Camp at Agincourt . Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOSTER . K. Hen . Gloster , ' tis true , that we are in great danger ; The greater , therefore should our courage be ...
... true things , by what their mockeries be . SCENE I - The English Camp at Agincourt . Enter KING HENRY , BEDFORD , and GLOSTER . K. Hen . Gloster , ' tis true , that we are in great danger ; The greater , therefore should our courage be ...
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... true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great , you shall find , I warrant you , that there is no tiddle taddle , or pibble pabble , in Pompey's ...
... true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great , you shall find , I warrant you , that there is no tiddle taddle , or pibble pabble , in Pompey's ...
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... true : If your majesties is re- membered of it , the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow , wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps ; which , your majesty knows , to this hour is an honourable padge of the service ...
... true : If your majesties is re- membered of it , the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow , wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps ; which , your majesty knows , to this hour is an honourable padge of the service ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
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Página 454 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Página 265 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 47 - And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Página 47 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 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 call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Página 38 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix•d sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation...
Página 19 - I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a...
Página 391 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 255 - My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Página 223 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Página 222 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as 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.