The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry V |
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That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; Then let us take a ceremonious leave ,
And loving farewell , of our several friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty greets
your highness , And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K.Rich . We
will ...
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; Then let us take a ceremonious leave ,
And loving farewell , of our several friends . Mar. The appellant in all duty greets
your highness , And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K.Rich . We
will ...
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Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say , I was too strict , to make mine own
away ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do myself
this wrong . K.Rich . Cousin , farewell ; —and , uncle , bid him so ; Six years we ...
Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say , I was too strict , to make mine own
away ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do myself
this wrong . K.Rich . Cousin , farewell ; —and , uncle , bid him so ; Six years we ...
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You have good leave to leave us ; when we need Your use and counsel , we
shall send for you.[ Exit WORCESTER . You were about to speak . [ To North ,
North . Yea , my good lord . Those prisoners in your highness ' name demanded
...
You have good leave to leave us ; when we need Your use and counsel , we
shall send for you.[ Exit WORCESTER . You were about to speak . [ To North ,
North . Yea , my good lord . Those prisoners in your highness ' name demanded
...
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Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to - day , I'll give you leave to powder 10 me ,
and eat me too , to - morrow . ' Sblood , ' twas time to counterfeit , or that hot
termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too . Counterfeit ? I lie , I am no
counterfeit ...
Embowelled ! if thou embowel me to - day , I'll give you leave to powder 10 me ,
and eat me too , to - morrow . ' Sblood , ' twas time to counterfeit , or that hot
termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too . Counterfeit ? I lie , I am no
counterfeit ...
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I pray you , sir , then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside ; and give
me leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an
honest man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside that which grows to
me !
I pray you , sir , then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside ; and give
me leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an
honest man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside that which grows to
me !
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 1-3 William Shakespeare Vista completa - 1826 |
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Página 309 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Página 229 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Página 306 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 229 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Página 482 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so...
Página 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.