The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight]. [8 vols. The vol. containing the biogr. is of the 3rd ed.]. |
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Pàgina vi
... York's Garden at Langley - The Queen , Gardener , & c . The Groat of Richard II .............. 146 ........ 124 ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT III . Tomb of Edward III . in Westminster Abbey " There the Antick sits- , " from " Mortis Ima- gines ...
... York's Garden at Langley - The Queen , Gardener , & c . The Groat of Richard II .............. 146 ........ 124 ILLUSTRATIONS OF ACT III . Tomb of Edward III . in Westminster Abbey " There the Antick sits- , " from " Mortis Ima- gines ...
Pàgina 88
... York ; JOHN OF GAUNT , Duke of Lancaster ; S uncles to the King . HENRY , surnamed BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Hereford , son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . DUKE OF AUMERLE , son to the Duke of York . MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk ...
... York ; JOHN OF GAUNT , Duke of Lancaster ; S uncles to the King . HENRY , surnamed BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Hereford , son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . DUKE OF AUMERLE , son to the Duke of York . MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk ...
Pàgina 104
... YORK , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear ...
... YORK , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear ...
Pàgina 106
... York . Be York the next that must be bank- rupt so ! Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls , and so doth he ; His time is spent , our pilgrimage must be : So much for that . Now for our ...
... York . Be York the next that must be bank- rupt so ! Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls , and so doth he ; His time is spent , our pilgrimage must be : So much for that . Now for our ...
Pàgina 107
... York is too far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . K. Rich . Why , uncle , what's the matter ? York . O , my liege , Pardon me , if you please ; if not , I , pleas'd Not to be pardon'd , am content withal . Seck ...
... York is too far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . K. Rich . Why , uncle , what's the matter ? York . O , my liege , Pardon me , if you please ; if not , I , pleas'd Not to be pardon'd , am content withal . Seck ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 365 - 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...
Pàgina 43 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pàgina 174 - 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. 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...
Pàgina 219 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: — therefore, I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 66 - 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.
Pàgina 345 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Pàgina 258 - 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...
Pàgina 105 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
Pàgina 259 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pàgina 207 - Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth !" And so I was ; which plainly signified — That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother ; And this word — love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me ; I am toyself alone.