The Plays of Shakspeare, Volym 2Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... thee , noble [ Exit Erpingham . Harry ! K. Hen . God - a - mercy , old heart , thou speak- est cheerfully . Enter PISTOL . Pist . Qui va lá ? K. Hen . A friend . Pist . Discuss unto me ; Art thou officer ? Or art thou base , common ...
... thee , noble [ Exit Erpingham . Harry ! K. Hen . God - a - mercy , old heart , thou speak- est cheerfully . Enter PISTOL . Pist . Qui va lá ? K. Hen . A friend . Pist . Discuss unto me ; Art thou officer ? Or art thou base , common ...
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... Art thou aught else but place , degree , and form , Creating awe and fear in other men ? Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd Than they in fearing . K. Hen . If I live to see it , I will never trust | What drink'st thou oft ...
... Art thou aught else but place , degree , and form , Creating awe and fear in other men ? Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd Than they in fearing . K. Hen . If I live to see it , I will never trust | What drink'st thou oft ...
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... thee , king Harry , If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound , Before thy most assured overthrow : For , certainly , thou art so near the gulf , Thou needs must be englutted . Besides , in mercy , The Constable desires thee - thou wilt ...
... thee , king Harry , If for thy ransome thou wilt now compound , Before thy most assured overthrow : For , certainly , thou art so near the gulf , Thou needs must be englutted . Besides , in mercy , The Constable desires thee - thou wilt ...
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... art thou Bedlam ? Dost thou thirst , base Trojan , To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ? Hence ! I am qualmish at the smell of leek . Flu . I peseech you heartily , scurvy , lowsy knave , at my desires , and my requests , and my ...
... art thou Bedlam ? Dost thou thirst , base Trojan , To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ? Hence ! I am qualmish at the smell of leek . Flu . I peseech you heartily , scurvy , lowsy knave , at my desires , and my requests , and my ...
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... thou , wretch ? thy mirth shal turn to moan . Tal . I laugh to see your ladyship so fond , To think that you have ... thou art no less than fame hath bruited , And more than may be gather'd by thy shape . Let my presumption not ...
... thou , wretch ? thy mirth shal turn to moan . Tal . I laugh to see your ladyship so fond , To think that you have ... thou art no less than fame hath bruited , And more than may be gather'd by thy shape . Let my presumption not ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool France friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rome Romeo SCENE soldier Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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Sida 541 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Sida 104 - 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.
Sida 16 - 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 so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Sida 470 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall...
Sida 314 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Sida 358 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Sida 314 - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Sida 187 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Sida 570 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...