The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Band 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... soldiers , mes sengers , and several attendants , both on the English and French . Scene , partly in England , and partly in France . That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? Or shall we think the subtle - witted French Conjurers and ...
... soldiers , mes sengers , and several attendants , both on the English and French . Scene , partly in England , and partly in France . That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? Or shall we think the subtle - witted French Conjurers and ...
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... soldiers this is muttered.— That here you maintain several factions ; And , whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought , You are disputing of your generals . One would have ling'ring wars , with little cost ; Another would fly swift ...
... soldiers this is muttered.— That here you maintain several factions ; And , whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought , You are disputing of your generals . One would have ling'ring wars , with little cost ; Another would fly swift ...
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... soldiers . Tal . My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel ; I know not where I am , nor what I do : A witch , by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our troops , and conquers as she lists ; So bees with smoke , and doves ...
... soldiers . Tal . My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel ; I know not where I am , nor what I do : A witch , by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our troops , and conquers as she lists ; So bees with smoke , and doves ...
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... soldiers , scatter'd and dispers'd , And lay new platforms2 to endamage them . Alarum . Enter an English Soldier , crying , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! They fly , leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have ...
... soldiers , scatter'd and dispers'd , And lay new platforms2 to endamage them . Alarum . Enter an English Soldier , crying , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! They fly , leaving their clothes behind . Sold . I'll be so bold to take what they have ...
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... soldiers . That Talbot is but shadow of himself ? How say you , madam ? are you now persuaded , These are his substance , sinews , arms , and strength , With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; Razeth your cities , and subverts your ...
... soldiers . That Talbot is but shadow of himself ? How say you , madam ? are you now persuaded , These are his substance , sinews , arms , and strength , With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; Razeth your cities , and subverts your ...
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Seite 65 - 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.
Seite 134 - ... 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. Serve the king ; And...
Seite 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Seite 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Seite 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Seite 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 134 - 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 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.