The comedies, histories, tragedies and poems of William Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. National ed. [6], 1±Ç |
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... peace ; " " now keeping the feast with slaughtered men ; " - now trembling at , and now braving , the denunciations of spiritual power ; -and agreeing in nothing but to bend " their sharp- est deeds of malice " on unoffending and peaceful ...
... peace ; " " now keeping the feast with slaughtered men ; " - now trembling at , and now braving , the denunciations of spiritual power ; -and agreeing in nothing but to bend " their sharp- est deeds of malice " on unoffending and peaceful ...
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... peace . " With what skill has Shakspere , whilst he thus painted the spirit of the chivalrous times , -lofty in words , but sordid in acts , -- given us a running commentary which in- terprets the whole in the sarcasms of the Bas- tard ...
... peace . " With what skill has Shakspere , whilst he thus painted the spirit of the chivalrous times , -lofty in words , but sordid in acts , -- given us a running commentary which in- terprets the whole in the sarcasms of the Bas- tard ...
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... peace ; Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard ' : So hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage of your own decay . An ...
... peace ; Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard ' : So hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath , And sullen presage of your own decay . An ...
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... peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. PHI . Well , then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull ...
... peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. PHI . Well , then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull ...
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... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ! If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ! Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to ...
... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ! If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ! Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to ...
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428 ÆäÀÌÁö - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; 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...
352 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.