Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, المجلد 3Whittaker, 1858 |
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... never came from the press . " The Nobleman , " by Cyril Tourneur , was entered at Stationers ' Hall for publication on 15th February , 1611. “ " Lucretia " may have The second piece of evidence on this point has also B 2.
... never came from the press . " The Nobleman , " by Cyril Tourneur , was entered at Stationers ' Hall for publication on 15th February , 1611. “ " Lucretia " may have The second piece of evidence on this point has also B 2.
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... Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram's with praise , and make's ' As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon ...
... Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ? have I twice said well ? when was't before ? I pr'ythee , tell me . Cram's with praise , and make's ' As fat as tame things : one good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon ...
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... never free of : but , beseech your grace , Be plainer with me : let me know my trespass By its own visage ; if I then deny it , ' Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt ; you have , or your eye ...
... never free of : but , beseech your grace , Be plainer with me : let me know my trespass By its own visage ; if I then deny it , ' Tis none of mine . Leon . Have not you seen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt ; you have , or your eye ...
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... never Saw I men scour so on their way . I ey'd them Even to their ships . How bless'd am I Leon . In my just censure ! in my true opinion ! - Alack , for lesser knowledge ! -how accurs'd , In being so blest ! -There may be in the cup A ...
... never Saw I men scour so on their way . I ey'd them Even to their ships . How bless'd am I Leon . In my just censure ! in my true opinion ! - Alack , for lesser knowledge ! -how accurs'd , In being so blest ! -There may be in the cup A ...
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... never tender lady hath borne greater , ) She is , something before her time , deliver❜d . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter ; and a goodly babe , Lusty , and like to live : the queen receives Much comfort in't , says , " My poor ...
... never tender lady hath borne greater , ) She is , something before her time , deliver❜d . Paul . A boy ? Emil . A daughter ; and a goodly babe , Lusty , and like to live : the queen receives Much comfort in't , says , " My poor ...
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Alençon altered arms Bard Bardolph Bast Bastard blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke corr cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York Dyce earl editions emendation England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Gloster grace hand Harry hath hear heart heaven Henry IV honour King John lady Leon Leontes liege look lord Love's Labour's Lost majesty Malone means misprint never night noble Northumberland old copies omits Pandosto peace Percy Pist play Poins pray prince printed queen Reignier Richard SCENE Shakespeare Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak stage-direction stand Steevens sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true unto wilt Winter's Tale word York your's
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الصفحة 208 - 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.
الصفحة 552 - 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 citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
الصفحة 331 - But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 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. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time, when men think least I...
الصفحة 73 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
الصفحة 405 - 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
الصفحة 472 - 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.
الصفحة 611 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
الصفحة 575 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...