The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2American book exchange, 1881 |
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... Cres . No , but brown . Pan . ' Faith , to say truth , brown and not brown . Cres . To say the truth , true and not true . Pan . She praised his complexion above Paris . Cres . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . 109 Cres ...
... Cres . No , but brown . Pan . ' Faith , to say truth , brown and not brown . Cres . To say the truth , true and not true . Pan . She praised his complexion above Paris . Cres . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . 109 Cres ...
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... Cres . Wished , my lord ! The gods grant , -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ? Cres . More dregs than water , if my ...
... Cres . Wished , my lord ! The gods grant , -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty abruption ? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ? Cres . More dregs than water , if my ...
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... Cres . Boldness comes to me now , and brings me heart . Prince Troilus , I have loved you night and day For many weary months . Tro . Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ? Cres . Hard to seein won : but I was won , my lord , With the ...
... Cres . Boldness comes to me now , and brings me heart . Prince Troilus , I have loved you night and day For many weary months . Tro . Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ? Cres . Hard to seein won : but I was won , my lord , With the ...
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... Cres . Perchance , my lord , I show more craft than love ; And fell so roundly to a large confession , To angle for your thoughts : but you are wise , Or else you love not , for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might ; that dwells with ...
... Cres . Perchance , my lord , I show more craft than love ; And fell so roundly to a large confession , To angle for your thoughts : but you are wise , Or else you love not , for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might ; that dwells with ...
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... Cres . Amen . Pan . Amen . Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a bed ; which bed , because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters , press it to death : away ! And Cupid grant all tongue - tied maidens here Bed , chamber ...
... Cres . Amen . Pan . Amen . Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a bed ; which bed , because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters , press it to death : away ! And Cupid grant all tongue - tied maidens here Bed , chamber ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus cousin Cres crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry honour Jack Cade Kath king lady liege live look lord Lord Hastings madam majesty Marcius ne'er never noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Pist Poins pray Prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich Richard Rome SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Seite 709 - 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...
Seite 712 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 45 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 735 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her ! In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Seite 195 - 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
Seite 333 - 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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Seite 103 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Seite 239 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, — Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Seite 749 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, 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...
Seite 104 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?