The Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen3C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... true lover of the holy church . Cant . The courses of his youth promised it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration ...
... true lover of the holy church . Cant . The courses of his youth promised it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortified in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration ...
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... true titles to some certain dukedoms ; And , generally , to the crown and seat of France , Derived from Edward , his great grandfather . Ely . What was the impediment that broke this off ? Cant . The French ambassador , upon that ...
... true titles to some certain dukedoms ; And , generally , to the crown and seat of France , Derived from Edward , his great grandfather . Ely . What was the impediment that broke this off ? Cant . The French ambassador , upon that ...
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... true line and stock of Charles the great , — To fine * his title with some show of truth ( Though , in pure truth , it was corrupt and naught ) , Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare , Daughter to Charlemain , who was the son To ...
... true line and stock of Charles the great , — To fine * his title with some show of truth ( Though , in pure truth , it was corrupt and naught ) , Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare , Daughter to Charlemain , who was the son To ...
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... true , - If that you will France win , Then with Scotland first begin ; For once the eagle England being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in absence of ...
... true , - If that you will France win , Then with Scotland first begin ; For once the eagle England being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in absence of ...
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... true repentance Of all your dear offences ! -Bear them hence . [ Exeunt Conspirators , guarded . Now , lords , for France ; the enterprize whereof Shall be to you , as us , like glorious . We doubt not of a fair and lucky war ; Since ...
... true repentance Of all your dear offences ! -Bear them hence . [ Exeunt Conspirators , guarded . Now , lords , for France ; the enterprize whereof Shall be to you , as us , like glorious . We doubt not of a fair and lucky war ; Since ...
Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
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Página 454 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail 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...
Página 265 - 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 — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see 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 to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 47 - And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Página 47 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Página 38 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix•d sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation...
Página 19 - I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a...
Página 391 - 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.
Página 255 - My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Página 223 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Página 222 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.