Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volym 3Whittaker, 1858 |
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... , The infant was a bastard And its mother was a whore . The noble Lady , that did bring it , did cry , The vertuous Dutchess suffer'd Onely for his jealousie . " The Lady being much revil'd , She goes away 8 INTRODUCTION .
... , The infant was a bastard And its mother was a whore . The noble Lady , that did bring it , did cry , The vertuous Dutchess suffer'd Onely for his jealousie . " The Lady being much revil'd , She goes away 8 INTRODUCTION .
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... bastard.- Thou , dotard , [ To ANTIGONUs . ] thou art woman - tir'd , un- roosted By thy dame Partlet here . -Take up the bastard : Take't up , I say ; give't to thy croneo . Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou For ever Tak'st ...
... bastard.- Thou , dotard , [ To ANTIGONUs . ] thou art woman - tir'd , un- roosted By thy dame Partlet here . -Take up the bastard : Take't up , I say ; give't to thy croneo . Paul . Unvenerable be thy hands , if thou For ever Tak'st ...
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... bastard - brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out . Go , take it to the fire , For thou sett'st on thy wife . Ant . I did not , sir : These lords , my noble fellows , if they please , Can clear me in't . 1 Lord . We can : my ...
... bastard - brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out . Go , take it to the fire , For thou sett'st on thy wife . Ant . I did not , sir : These lords , my noble fellows , if they please , Can clear me in't . 1 Lord . We can : my ...
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... bastard's life , -for ' tis a bastard , [ TO ANTIGONUS . So sure as thy beard's grey ' , -what will you adventure To save this brat's life ? Ant . Any thing , my lord , That my ability may undergo , And nobleness impose : at least ...
... bastard's life , -for ' tis a bastard , [ TO ANTIGONUS . So sure as thy beard's grey ' , -what will you adventure To save this brat's life ? Ant . Any thing , my lord , That my ability may undergo , And nobleness impose : at least ...
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... bastard by Polixenes , And I but dream'd it . - As you were past all shame , ( Those of your fact are so ) so past all truth , Which to deny concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father ...
... bastard by Polixenes , And I but dream'd it . - As you were past all shame , ( Those of your fact are so ) so past all truth , Which to deny concerns more than avails ; for as Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father ...
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Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies and Poems William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1858 |
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Sida 208 - 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.
Sida 552 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Sida 331 - But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time, when men think least I...
Sida 73 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Sida 405 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Sida 472 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Sida 611 - 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 Crispin's...
Sida 575 - 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...