The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Band 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... fight began , Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself ( as far as I could well discern , For smoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
... fight began , Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself ( as far as I could well discern , For smoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
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... fight aside . 3 Serv . My lord , we know your grace to be a man Just and upright ; and , for your royal birth , Inferior to none , but his majesty : And ere that we will suffer such a prince , So kind a father of the commonweal , To be ...
... fight aside . 3 Serv . My lord , we know your grace to be a man Just and upright ; and , for your royal birth , Inferior to none , but his majesty : And ere that we will suffer such a prince , So kind a father of the commonweal , To be ...
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... fight it out ? Alen . Signior , no . Tal . Signior , hang ! -base muleteers of France ! Like peasant foot - boys do they keep the walls , And dare not take up arms like gentlemen . Puc . Captains , away : let's get us from the walls ...
... fight it out ? Alen . Signior , no . Tal . Signior , hang ! -base muleteers of France ! Like peasant foot - boys do they keep the walls , And dare not take up arms like gentlemen . Puc . Captains , away : let's get us from the walls ...
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... fight'st against thy countrymen , And join'st with them will be thy slaughter - men . Come , come , return ; return , thou wand'ring lord , Charles , and the rest , will take thee in their arms . Bur . I am vanquished ; these haughty3 ...
... fight'st against thy countrymen , And join'st with them will be thy slaughter - men . Come , come , return ; return , thou wand'ring lord , Charles , and the rest , will take thee in their arms . Bur . I am vanquished ; these haughty3 ...
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... fight , And then your highness shall command a peace . Som . The quarrel toucheth none but us alone ; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then . York . There is my pledge ; accept it , Somerset . Ver . Nay , let it rest where it began at ...
... fight , And then your highness shall command a peace . Som . The quarrel toucheth none but us alone ; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then . York . There is my pledge ; accept it , Somerset . Ver . Nay , let it rest where it began at ...
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Seite 242 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 396 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Seite 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Seite 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Seite 403 - 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 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 67 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Seite 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.