The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, الجزء 38،المجلد 3 |
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الصفحة 63
... sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes , For Villainy is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded in it , makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency . Away , with me , all you whose souls abhor ...
... sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes , For Villainy is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded in it , makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency . Away , with me , all you whose souls abhor ...
الصفحة 64
... sweet breath , Which was embounded in this beauteous clay , Let hell want pains enough to torture me ! I left him well . Bast . Go , bear him in thine arms.- I am amaz'd , methinks , and lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this ...
... sweet breath , Which was embounded in this beauteous clay , Let hell want pains enough to torture me ! I left him well . Bast . Go , bear him in thine arms.- I am amaz'd , methinks , and lose my way Among the thorns and dangers of this ...
الصفحة 71
... sweet safety out In vaults and prisons ; and to thrill , and shake , Even at the crying of your nation's cock , 31 Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ; - Shall that victorious hand be feebled here , That in your chambers gave you ...
... sweet safety out In vaults and prisons ; and to thrill , and shake , Even at the crying of your nation's cock , 31 Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ; - Shall that victorious hand be feebled here , That in your chambers gave you ...
الصفحة 76
... and what's the news ? Hub . Oh ! my sweet sir , news fitting to the night , Black , fearful , comfortless , and horrible . Bast . Shew me the very wound of this ill news ; I am no woman , I'll not swoon at it 76 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF ACT V.
... and what's the news ? Hub . Oh ! my sweet sir , news fitting to the night , Black , fearful , comfortless , and horrible . Bast . Shew me the very wound of this ill news ; I am no woman , I'll not swoon at it 76 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF ACT V.
الصفحة 80
... sweet self put on The lineal state and glory of the land ! To whom , with all submission , on my knee , I do bequeath my faithful services And true subjection everlastingly . Sal . And the like 80 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF ACT V.
... sweet self put on The lineal state and glory of the land ! To whom , with all submission , on my knee , I do bequeath my faithful services And true subjection everlastingly . Sal . And the like 80 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF ACT V.
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death Dolphin doth Dowglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt gentle give Grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honour horse Host Hubert Kath KING HENRY King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord Majesty Master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray Prince PRINCE JOHN Prince of Wales Rich SCENE Scroop Shal shame shew Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 81 - 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 52 - 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.
الصفحة 394 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
الصفحة 259 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
الصفحة 50 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
الصفحة 130 - 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!
الصفحة 312 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
الصفحة 435 - 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...
الصفحة 183 - 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...
الصفحة 401 - 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...