The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry V |
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Marry , then , sweet wag , when thou art king , let not us , that are squires of the
night's body , be called thieves of the day's beauty ” ; let us beDiana's foresters 3 ,
gentlemen of the shade , minions of the moon : And let men say , we be men of ...
Marry , then , sweet wag , when thou art king , let not us , that are squires of the
night's body , be called thieves of the day's beauty ” ; let us beDiana's foresters 3 ,
gentlemen of the shade , minions of the moon : And let men say , we be men of ...
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Well , I'll go with thee : provide us all things necessary , and meet me to - morrow
night 25 in Eastcheap , there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit
Poins . P. Hen . I know you all , and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of ...
Well , I'll go with thee : provide us all things necessary , and meet me to - morrow
night 25 in Eastcheap , there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit
Poins . P. Hen . I know you all , and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of ...
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Why say you so ? looks he not for supply ? Ver . So do we . Hot . His is certain ,
ours is doubtful . Wor . Good cousin , be advis'd ; stir not to - night . Ver . Do not ,
my lord . Doug . You do not counsel well ; You speak it out of fear , and cold heart
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Why say you so ? looks he not for supply ? Ver . So do we . Hot . His is certain ,
ours is doubtful . Wor . Good cousin , be advis'd ; stir not to - night . Ver . Do not ,
my lord . Doug . You do not counsel well ; You speak it out of fear , and cold heart
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Why rather , sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
, And hush'd with buzzing night - flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd
chambers of the great , Under the canopies of costly state , And lull'd with sounds
of ...
Why rather , sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
, And hush'd with buzzing night - flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd
chambers of the great , Under the canopies of costly state , And lull'd with sounds
of ...
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lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's Fields . Fal . No more of that , good
master Shallow , no more of that . Shal . Ha , it was a merry night . And is Jane
Night - work alive . Fal . She lives , master Shallow . Shal . She never could away
...
lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's Fields . Fal . No more of that , good
master Shallow , no more of that . Shal . Ha , it was a merry night . And is Jane
Night - work alive . Fal . She lives , master Shallow . Shal . She never could away
...
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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.