The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pàgina 10
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave . - Wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ; and ...
... thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave . - Wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ; and ...
Pàgina 12
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , 1 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was often employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old writers . Or any ...
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , 1 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was often employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old writers . Or any ...
Pàgina 13
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The bearers set down the coffin . Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the ...
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The bearers set down the coffin . Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the ...
Pàgina 14
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glo . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by despairing ...
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glo . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by despairing ...
Pàgina 16
... thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that ... thee . Glo . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be revenged on him that loveth thee . Anne . It is a quarrel just and ...
... thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that ... thee . Glo . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be revenged on him that loveth thee . Anne . It is a quarrel just and ...
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Pàgina 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Pàgina 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Pàgina 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Pàgina 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pàgina 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Pàgina 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...