The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Band 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; 3 For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; 3 For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage ...
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... thou rather , be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Coeur - de - lion ,. Lord of thy presence , and no land beside ? 8 Bast . Madam , an if my brother had my shape , And I had his , sir ...
... thou rather , be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Coeur - de - lion ,. Lord of thy presence , and no land beside ? 8 Bast . Madam , an if my brother had my shape , And I had his , sir ...
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... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's son : Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip - sparrow ...
... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's son : Why scorn'st thou at sir Robert ? He is sir Robert's son ; and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip - sparrow ...
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... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'er - masterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great commis- sion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phil ...
... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'er - masterest ? K. John . From whom hast thou this great commis- sion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? K. Phil ...
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... thou resign them , and lay down thy arms ? K. John . My life as soon : -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne ... Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth ! Const . Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth ! Call not me ...
... thou resign them , and lay down thy arms ? K. John . My life as soon : -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne ... Thou monstrous slanderer of heaven and earth ! Const . Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth ! Call not me ...
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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