The Plays, Volum 5Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pàgina 15
... ; and set forward , comba- tants . [ A charge sounded . Stay , the king hath thrown his warder + down . Play a part in a mask . + Truncheon . K. Rich . Let them lay by their helmets and SCENE III . ] 15 KING RICHARD II .
... ; and set forward , comba- tants . [ A charge sounded . Stay , the king hath thrown his warder + down . Play a part in a mask . + Truncheon . K. Rich . Let them lay by their helmets and SCENE III . ] 15 KING RICHARD II .
Pàgina 26
... play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , misery makes sport to mock itself : Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great king , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter with those that live ...
... play so nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , misery makes sport to mock itself : Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great king , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter with those that live ...
Pàgina 51
... play the torturer , by small and small , To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken : · Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke ; And all your northern castles yielded up , And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party ...
... play the torturer , by small and small , To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken : · Your uncle York hath join'd with Bolingbroke ; And all your northern castles yielded up , And all your southern gentlemen in arms Upon his party ...
Pàgina 57
... play the wantons with our woes , And make some pretty match with shedding tears ? As thus : -To drop them still upon one place , Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth ; and , therein laid , —There lies Two kinsmen ...
... play the wantons with our woes , And make some pretty match with shedding tears ? As thus : -To drop them still upon one place , Till they have fretted us a pair of graves Within the earth ; and , therein laid , —There lies Two kinsmen ...
Pàgina 59
... play at bowls . " Twill make me think Queen . The world is full of rubs , and that my fortune Runs ' gainst the bias * . 1 Lady . Madam , we will dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , When my poor heart no measure ...
... play at bowls . " Twill make me think Queen . The world is full of rubs , and that my fortune Runs ' gainst the bias * . 1 Lady . Madam , we will dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , When my poor heart no measure ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 297 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Pàgina 330 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Pàgina 21 - 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?
Pàgina 213 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Pàgina 131 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Pàgina 50 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Pàgina 322 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Pàgina 307 - Where some, like Magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like Merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like Soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their Emperor...
Pàgina 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Pàgina 235 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.