The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Tom 4Redfield, 1853 |
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Strona 13
... thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whe'r I be as true begot , or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege ...
... thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whe'r I be as true begot , or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege ...
Strona 17
... thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , - Basilisco- * like . What ! I am dubb'd ; I have it on my shoulder . But , mother , I am not sir ...
... thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , - Basilisco- * like . What ! I am dubb'd ; I have it on my shoulder . But , mother , I am not sir ...
Strona 20
... and , for that England's sake , With burden of our armour here we sweat . This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; 1 Expeditious . 2 An : in f . e . But thou from loving England art so far , That 20 ACT II . KING JOHN .
... and , for that England's sake , With burden of our armour here we sweat . This toil of ours should be a work of thine ; 1 Expeditious . 2 An : in f . e . But thou from loving England art so far , That 20 ACT II . KING JOHN .
Strona 21
... thine was to thy husband , and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey , Than thou and John , in manners being as like , As rain to water , or devil to his dam . My boy a bastard ! By my soul , I think , His father never was so ...
... thine was to thy husband , and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey , Than thou and John , in manners being as like , As rain to water , or devil to his dam . My boy a bastard ! By my soul , I think , His father never was so ...
Strona 23
... thine , usurp The dominations , royalties , and rights , Of this oppressed boy , ' thy eld'st son's son , Infortunate in nothing but in thee : Thy sins are visited on this poor child ; The canon of the law is laid on him , . Being but ...
... thine , usurp The dominations , royalties , and rights , Of this oppressed boy , ' thy eld'st son's son , Infortunate in nothing but in thee : Thy sins are visited on this poor child ; The canon of the law is laid on him , . Being but ...
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Strona 241 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — This earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Strona 399 - 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...
Strona 288 - 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...
Strona 370 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon (*) up the blood...
Strona 200 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Strona 205 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company : banish...
Strona 288 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strona 226 - As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strona 47 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Strona 126 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks ; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable ; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king!