The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 4권Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the right ...
... night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the right ...
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... night - gowne cloake down trayling to your toes ; " A slender slop close couched to your dock ; " A curtolde slipper , and a short silk hose , " & c . [ 9 ] My picked man of countries is my travelled fop . STEEV . HOLT WHITE ...
... night - gowne cloake down trayling to your toes ; " A slender slop close couched to your dock ; " A curtolde slipper , and a short silk hose , " & c . [ 9 ] My picked man of countries is my travelled fop . STEEV . HOLT WHITE ...
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... night that betray . ed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this chapter of Job . STEEV . [ 7 ] i.e. be disappointed by the production of a prodigy , a monster . STE . [ 8 ] That is , except on this day . JOHNS . In the ancient ...
... night that betray . ed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this chapter of Job . STEEV . [ 7 ] i.e. be disappointed by the production of a prodigy , a monster . STE . [ 8 ] That is , except on this day . JOHNS . In the ancient ...
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... night ; If this same were a church - yard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down ...
... night ; If this same were a church - yard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down ...
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... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eye - balls in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be a ...
... night , Thou hate and terror to prosperity , And I will kiss thy détestable bones ; And put my eye - balls in thy vaulty brows ; And ring these fingers with thy household worms ; And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust , And be a ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host K.Hen Kath King HENRY King John king Richard king's Lady land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shal shame sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak STEEV sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto villain WARB Westmoreland word York
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51 페이지 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
15 페이지 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd 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 wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
48 페이지 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
43 페이지 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
6 페이지 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
49 페이지 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
22 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?
80 페이지 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
2 페이지 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
80 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