The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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8. oldal
... peace , Have no delight to pass away the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun , And descant on mine own deformity ; And , therefore , since I cannot prove a lover , To entertain these fair , well - spoken days , — I am determined ...
... peace , Have no delight to pass away the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in the sun , And descant on mine own deformity ; And , therefore , since I cannot prove a lover , To entertain these fair , well - spoken days , — I am determined ...
18. oldal
... peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take , is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how ...
... peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take , is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how ...
27. oldal
... peace ! The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting ...
... peace ! The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting ...
29. oldal
... Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butchered . My charity is outrage , life my shame , - And in my ...
... Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butchered . My charity is outrage , life my shame , - And in my ...
30. oldal
... peace . O , Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ; Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on ...
... peace . O , Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ; Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on ...
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8. oldal - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
201. oldal - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
203. oldal - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
201. oldal - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
202. oldal - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
32. oldal - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
210. oldal - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
202. oldal - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
234. oldal - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
263. oldal - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...