The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, 2 tomasPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wourds my heart Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'st thou not , how thou wert enter- tain'd . Tal . With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious ...
... O ! the treacherous Fastolfe wourds my heart Whom with my bare fists I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'st thou not , how thou wert enter- tain'd . Tal . With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious ...
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... o'the church , ' As stout , and proud , as he were lord of all , - ' Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself " Unlike the ruler of a common - weal.— " Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy ...
... o'the church , ' As stout , and proud , as he were lord of all , - ' Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself " Unlike the ruler of a common - weal.— " Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy ...
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... O , the devil - there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus told on , -we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature , That from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They ...
... O , the devil - there the villain stopp'd ; When Dighton thus told on , -we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature , That from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They ...
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... o ' the beneficial sun , And keep it from the earth . Nor . Surely , sir , There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : for , being not propp'd by ancestry ( whose grace Chalks successors their way , ) nor call'd upon For high ...
... o ' the beneficial sun , And keep it from the earth . Nor . Surely , sir , There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends : for , being not propp'd by ancestry ( whose grace Chalks successors their way , ) nor call'd upon For high ...
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... o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be : to as much end , As give a cratch to the dead : But our count - cardinal Has done this , and ' tis well ; for worthy Wolsey , Who cannot ...
... o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be : to as much end , As give a cratch to the dead : But our count - cardinal Has done this , and ' tis well ; for worthy Wolsey , Who cannot ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare– Comprising His Dramatic and ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1854 |
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65 psl. - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
134 psl. - ... 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. Serve the king ; And...
425 psl. - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
417 psl. - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
238 psl. - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
234 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
228 psl. - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
399 psl. - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
134 psl. - 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!
428 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.