The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... Stay by me , my lords ; And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this night . War . And , when the king comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out by force . [ They retire . York . The queen , this day , here holds ...
... Stay by me , my lords ; And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this night . War . And , when the king comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out by force . [ They retire . York . The queen , this day , here holds ...
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... Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Q. Mur . Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with ...
... Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Q. Mur . Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with ...
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... stay ; what news ? Why comest thou in such post ? Mess . The queen , with all the northern earls and lords , Intend here to besiege you in your castle : She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord ...
... stay ; what news ? Why comest thou in such post ? Mess . The queen , with all the northern earls and lords , Intend here to besiege you in your castle : She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord ...
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... stay , and here my life must end . Enter Queen MARGARET , CLIFFORD , NORTHUMBERLAND , and Soldiers . Come , bloody Clifford , -rough Northumberland ,I dare your quenchless fury to more rage ; I am your butt , and I abide your shot ...
... stay , and here my life must end . Enter Queen MARGARET , CLIFFORD , NORTHUMBERLAND , and Soldiers . Come , bloody Clifford , -rough Northumberland ,I dare your quenchless fury to more rage ; I am your butt , and I abide your shot ...
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... stay ; let's hear the orisons he makes . York . She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth ! How ill - beseeming is it in thy sex , To triumph , like an Amazonian trull ...
... stay ; let's hear the orisons he makes . York . She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth ! How ill - beseeming is it in thy sex , To triumph , like an Amazonian trull ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 460 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Página 480 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 479 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página 240 - 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.
Página 92 - 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...
Página 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Página 480 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 480 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Página 112 - 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.
Página 240 - 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.