The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Band 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... Death of King John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life ; and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . There is ...
... Death of King John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life ; and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . There is ...
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... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this , my mother's son , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my ...
... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this , my mother's son , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my ...
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... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
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... death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke ...
... death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love : Welcome before the gates of Angiers , duke ...
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... death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock ...
... death line his dead chaps with steel ; The swords of soldiers are his teeth , his fangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the flesh of men , In undetermin'd differences of kings.- Why stand these royal fronts amazed thus ? Cry , havock ...
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Seite 51 - 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 15 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Seite 48 - 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? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Seite 43 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Seite 6 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Seite 49 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Seite 22 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 80 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Seite 2 - 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.
Seite 80 - 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