The Dramatic Works, Volumen2S. Andrus, 1831 |
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... dear as mine , 3 And they shall find dear deer of us , my friends.- God , and Saint George ! Talbot , and England's right ! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight ! [ Exe . SCENE III . - Plains in Gascony . Enter York , with forces ...
... dear as mine , 3 And they shall find dear deer of us , my friends.- God , and Saint George ! Talbot , and England's right ! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight ! [ Exe . SCENE III . - Plains in Gascony . Enter York , with forces ...
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... dear - bought queen , And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars : Then will I raise aloft the milk - white rose , With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the ...
... dear - bought queen , And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars : Then will I raise aloft the milk - white rose , With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the ...
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... dear ? ' Let them obey , that know not how to rule ; ' This hand was made to handle nought but gold : I cannot give due action to my words , Except a sword or sceptre balance it , ' A sceptre shall it have , have I a soul ; ' On which I ...
... dear ? ' Let them obey , that know not how to rule ; ' This hand was made to handle nought but gold : I cannot give due action to my words , Except a sword or sceptre balance it , ' A sceptre shall it have , have I a soul ; ' On which I ...
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... Dear brother , how shall Bona be re- veng'd , But by thy help to this distressed queen ? Q. Mar. Renowned prince , how shall poor | Henry live , * Unless thou rescue him from foul despair ? * Bona . My quarrel , and this English queen's ...
... Dear brother , how shall Bona be re- veng'd , But by thy help to this distressed queen ? Q. Mar. Renowned prince , how shall poor | Henry live , * Unless thou rescue him from foul despair ? * Bona . My quarrel , and this English queen's ...
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... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , is our king . Clar ...
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , is our king . Clar ...
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Página 133 - 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 426 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Página 441 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 133 - 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
Página 426 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
Página 240 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Página 445 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 392 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Página 240 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Página 461 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.