The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, 5권Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... SCROOP . Captain of a band of Welshmen . QUEEN to King Richard . DUCHESS OF GLOSTER . DUCHESS OF York . Lady attending on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other ...
... SCROOP . Captain of a band of Welshmen . QUEEN to King Richard . DUCHESS OF GLOSTER . DUCHESS OF York . Lady attending on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other ...
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... SCROop . Scroop . More health and happiness betide my liege , Than can my care - tun'd tongue deliver him . K. Rich . Mine ear is open , and my heart pre- par'd ; VOL . V. F The worst is worldly loss , thou can'st unfold . SCENE II ...
... SCROop . Scroop . More health and happiness betide my liege , Than can my care - tun'd tongue deliver him . K. Rich . Mine ear is open , and my heart pre- par'd ; VOL . V. F The worst is worldly loss , thou can'st unfold . SCENE II ...
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... Scroop . Glad am I , that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity . Like an unseasonable stormy day , Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores , As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears ; So high above his ...
... Scroop . Glad am I , that your highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity . Like an unseasonable stormy day , Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores , As if the world were all dissolv'd to tears ; So high above his ...
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... Scroop . Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's ...
... Scroop . Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the worst of death's ...
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... Scroop , where lies our uncle with his power ? Speak sweetly , man , although thy looks be sour . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day : So may you by my dull and heavy eye , My tongue ...
... Scroop , where lies our uncle with his power ? Speak sweetly , man , although thy looks be sour . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day : So may you by my dull and heavy eye , My tongue ...
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181 페이지 - tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
290 페이지 - 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.
21 페이지 - 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?
291 페이지 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object : Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France, or may we cram Within this wooden O ', the very casques ', That did affright the air at Agincourt?
219 페이지 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to •borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee, they were ill for a green wound?
78 페이지 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCHESS. Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre the eyes of men After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
109 페이지 - Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
214 페이지 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
232 페이지 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
114 페이지 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : — But out upon this half- fac'd fellowship ! Wor.