The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Том 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... France . Thomas Beaufort , duke of Exeter , great uncle to the king . Henry Beaufort , great uncle to the king , bishop of Winchester , and afterwards cardinal . John Beaufort , earl of Somerset ; afterwards duke . Richard Plantagenet ...
... France . Thomas Beaufort , duke of Exeter , great uncle to the king . Henry Beaufort , great uncle to the king , bishop of Winchester , and afterwards cardinal . John Beaufort , earl of Somerset ; afterwards duke . Richard Plantagenet ...
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... France : - Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords ...
... France : - Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords ...
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... France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome : What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . Speak , shall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are certain and unfallible . ( 1 ) i ...
... France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome : What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . Speak , shall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are certain and unfallible . ( 1 ) i ...
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... France . Before Orleans . Enter on the walls , the Master - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd : And how the English have the suburbs won . Son . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them ...
... France . Before Orleans . Enter on the walls , the Master - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd : And how the English have the suburbs won . Son . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them ...
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... France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard : afterwards an alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd The Dauphin , with ...
... France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard : afterwards an alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd The Dauphin , with ...
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Страница 242 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Страница 430 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Страница 396 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Страница 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Страница 384 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Страница 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Страница 403 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Страница 280 - Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath : husband, I come : Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air ; my other elements I give to baser life.
Страница 67 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Страница 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.