Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Band 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... tongue : Our ears are cudgell'd ; not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France : Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this ...
... tongue : Our ears are cudgell'd ; not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France : Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this ...
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... tongue hath power to curse him right . Pand . There's law and warrant , lady , for my curse . Const . And for mine too : when law can do no right , Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong : Law cannot give my child his kingdom here , For ...
... tongue hath power to curse him right . Pand . There's law and warrant , lady , for my curse . Const . And for mine too : when law can do no right , Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong : Law cannot give my child his kingdom here , For ...
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... tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven perform'd , That is , to be the champion of our church ! What since thou swor'st is sworn against thyself And may not be performed by thyself , 250 ...
... tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven perform'd , That is , to be the champion of our church ! What since thou swor'st is sworn against thyself And may not be performed by thyself , 250 ...
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... tongue and brazen mouth , Sound on into the drowsy ear of night , If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs , Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , 40 Had bak'd thy blood and made it ...
... tongue and brazen mouth , Sound on into the drowsy ear of night , If this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs , Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , 40 Had bak'd thy blood and made it ...
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... tongue were in the thunder's mouth ! Then with a passion would I shake the world ; And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice , Which scorns a modern invocation . Pand . Lady , you utter madness , and ...
... tongue were in the thunder's mouth ! Then with a passion would I shake the world ; And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice , Which scorns a modern invocation . Pand . Lady , you utter madness , and ...
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Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Glou'ster GLOUCESTER grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Seite 732 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 587 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 339 - 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...
Seite 883 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 338 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Seite 880 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the...
Seite 868 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Seite 916 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short ; Youth is nimble, age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame, Age, I do abhor thee ; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young ! Age, I do defy thee : O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st...
Seite 882 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride. Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen. Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand. Steal from his figure and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age...
Seite 868 - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.