The Works of William Shakespeare, 2. kötetBickers, 1874 |
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443. oldal
... arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove ... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.- Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ...
... arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove ... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.- Posterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ...
444. oldal
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call for her flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France . Give me my steeled coat ! I'll fight for ...
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call for her flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France . Give me my steeled coat ! I'll fight for ...
447. oldal
... arms this day , against God's peace , and the king's , we charge and com- mand you , in his highness ' name , to repair to your several dwelling - places ; and not to wear , handle , or use , any sword , weapon , or dagger ...
... arms this day , against God's peace , and the king's , we charge and com- mand you , in his highness ' name , to repair to your several dwelling - places ; and not to wear , handle , or use , any sword , weapon , or dagger ...
449. oldal
... arm's fortitude , To join with witches and the help of hell ! Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's ... arms , Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or desperate than this . Bast . I think this Talbot be a ...
... arm's fortitude , To join with witches and the help of hell ! Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's ... arms , Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or desperate than this . Bast . I think this Talbot be a ...
450. oldal
... arms of thine , That hast by tyranny , these many years , Wasted our country , slain our citizens , And sent our sons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! Count . Laughest thou , wretch ? thy mirth shall turn to moan . Tal . I ...
... arms of thine , That hast by tyranny , these many years , Wasted our country , slain our citizens , And sent our sons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! Count . Laughest thou , wretch ? thy mirth shall turn to moan . Tal . I ...
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776. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
784. oldal - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
731. oldal - Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
673. oldal - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
744. oldal - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
790. oldal - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
829. oldal - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
793. oldal - Not a whit, we defy augury ; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
734. oldal - And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
730. oldal - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.