The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volym 2George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... true movings of my muse as the astronomers are in the true morings of Mars , which to this day they could never attain to . Ga- briel Harvey's Hunt is up , by Nash , 1596 , Preface . 2 i . e . the prey for which they are hungry . 3 ...
... true movings of my muse as the astronomers are in the true morings of Mars , which to this day they could never attain to . Ga- briel Harvey's Hunt is up , by Nash , 1596 , Preface . 2 i . e . the prey for which they are hungry . 3 ...
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... true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . Som . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the ...
... true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . Som . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the ...
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... true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father , earl of Cambridge , lost his head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd ' me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome ...
... true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father , earl of Cambridge , lost his head . Mor . That cause , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd ' me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome ...
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... true , not that alone , But all the whole inheritance I give , That doth belong unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death ...
... true , not that alone , But all the whole inheritance I give , That doth belong unto the house of York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . Plan . Thy humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death ...
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... True , uncle . [ Aside to GLO . Car . Are you advis'd ? —the east side of the grove ? Glo . Cardinal , I am with you . K. Hen . [ Aside . Why , how now , uncle Gloster ? Glo . Talking of hawking ; nothing else , my lord.- Now , by God's ...
... True , uncle . [ Aside to GLO . Car . Are you advis'd ? —the east side of the grove ? Glo . Cardinal , I am with you . K. Hen . [ Aside . Why , how now , uncle Gloster ? Glo . Talking of hawking ; nothing else , my lord.- Now , by God's ...
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The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes ..., Volym 2 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1871 |
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Sida 161 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Sida 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Sida 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Sida 263 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Sida 161 - What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Sida 69 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sida 307 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
Sida 263 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Sida 264 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Sida 143 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.