Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volum 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Pàgina 21
... York . Be York the next that must be bankrupt so ! Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls , and so dotl . he : His time is spent ; our pilgrimage must be . So much for that . - Now for our ...
... York . Be York the next that must be bankrupt so ! Though death be poor , it ends a mortal woe . K. Rich . The ripest fruit first falls , and so dotl . he : His time is spent ; our pilgrimage must be . So much for that . - Now for our ...
Pàgina 23
... YORK . Green . Here comes the duke of York . Queen . With signs of war about his aged neck . O ! full of careful business are his looks.- Uncle , for God's sake , speak comfortable words . York . Should I do so , I should belie my ...
... YORK . Green . Here comes the duke of York . Queen . With signs of war about his aged neck . O ! full of careful business are his looks.- Uncle , for God's sake , speak comfortable words . York . Should I do so , I should belie my ...
Pàgina 24
... YORK , and QUEEN . Bushy . The wind sits fair for news to go for Ire- land , But none returns . For us to levy power , Proportionable to the enemy , Is all impossible . Green . Besides , our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate ...
... YORK , and QUEEN . Bushy . The wind sits fair for news to go for Ire- land , But none returns . For us to levy power , Proportionable to the enemy , Is all impossible . Green . Besides , our nearness to the king in love Is near the hate ...
Pàgina 25
... York , to know what pricks you on HEWE To take advantage of the absent time , And fright our native peace with self - borne arms . Enter YORK , attended . Boling . I shall not need transport my words by you : Here comes his grace in ...
... York , to know what pricks you on HEWE To take advantage of the absent time , And fright our native peace with self - borne arms . Enter YORK , attended . Boling . I shall not need transport my words by you : Here comes his grace in ...
Pàgina 26
... York . My lords of England , let me tell you this : I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs , And labour'd all I could to do him right ; But in this kind to come ; in braving arms , Be his own carver , and cut out his way , To find out ...
... York . My lords of England , let me tell you this : I have had feeling of my cousin's wrongs , And labour'd all I could to do him right ; But in this kind to come ; in braving arms , Be his own carver , and cut out his way , To find out ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pàgina 44 - 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 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Pàgina 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pàgina 11 - 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 ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Pàgina 17 - 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 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Pàgina 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...