The Two Noble KinsmenTrübner, 1876 - 107 Seiten |
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 136 - Tis the king Will have it so; whose breath can still the winds, Uncloud the sun, charm down the swelling sea, And stop the floods of heaven. Speak, can it not? DION. No. KING. No ! cannot the breath of kings do this? DION. No; nor smell sweet itself, if once the lungs Be but corrupted.
Seite 104 - 11 close thine eyes, prince ; blessed souls be with thee ! Thou art a right good man ; and while I live This day I give to tears.
Seite 156 - It was played by six people (three of each sex) who were coupled by lot. A piece of ground was then chosen, and divided into three compartments, of which the middle one was called hell. It was the object of the couple...
Seite 5 - Your knees to wrong themselves. I have heard the fortunes Of your dead lords, which gives me such lamenting As wakes my vengeance and revenge for 'em.
Seite 123 - We shall not need to say what lack Of leather was upon his back ; For that was hidden under pad, And breech of knight...
Seite 47 - Thou art yet a fair foe ; and I feel myself, "With this refreshing, able once again To out-dure danger. To delay it longer "Would make the world think, when it comes to hearing, That I lay fatting like a swine, to fight, And not a soldier : therefore, this blest morning Shall be the last ; and that sword he refuses, If it but hold, I kill him with ; 'tis justice : So, Love and Fortune for me ! — Oh, good morrow ! Enter ARCITE with armours and swords.