The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Parte169,Volumen2 |
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... bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . BER . My thanks and duty are your majesty's . KING . I would I had ...
... bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . BER . My thanks and duty are your majesty's . KING . I would I had ...
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... bear me back again . grateful : KING . I cannot give thee less , to be call'd [ give , Thou thought'st to help me , and such thanks I As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I ...
... bear me back again . grateful : KING . I cannot give thee less , to be call'd [ give , Thou thought'st to help me , and such thanks I As one near death to those that wish him live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I ...
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... bear along . 2 GEN . We serve you , madam , In that and all your worthiest affairs . COUNT . Not so , but as we change our courtesies . Will you draw near ? [ Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen . HEL . Till I have no wife , I have nothing in ...
... bear along . 2 GEN . We serve you , madam , In that and all your worthiest affairs . COUNT . Not so , but as we change our courtesies . Will you draw near ? [ Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen . HEL . Till I have no wife , I have nothing in ...
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... bear with us , Will cut their passage through the force of France , Doing the execution , and the act , For which we have in head assembled them ? SCROOP . No doubt , my liege , if each man do his best . K. HEN . I doubt not that ...
... bear with us , Will cut their passage through the force of France , Doing the execution , and the act , For which we have in head assembled them ? SCROOP . No doubt , my liege , if each man do his best . K. HEN . I doubt not that ...
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... bear the key of all my counsels , That knew'st the very bottom of my soul , That almost mightst have coined me into gold , Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use ? May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract ...
... bear the key of all my counsels , That knew'st the very bottom of my soul , That almost mightst have coined me into gold , Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use ? May it be possible , that foreign hire Could out of thee extract ...
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Alcibiades APEM Apemantus bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE Clarence Collier's annotator crown Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth duke duke of York Edward ELIZ Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool fortune France friends GENT gentle gentleman give Gloster grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster IACH ISAB Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain LUCIO madam majesty Malvolio marry master means mistress ne'er never night noble NORF old copies Old text peace Pericles Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince quartos queen RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon unto Warwick word York
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Página 680 - Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 679 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one,...
Página 514 - Why I, in this weak piping time of 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 to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 418 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 63 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Página 145 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
Página 679 - 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.
Página 418 - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, 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.