The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Arth . God shall forgive you Cœur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love ...
... Arth . God shall forgive you Cœur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart full of unstained love ...
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... Arth . Good my mother , peace ! I would , that I were low laid in my grave ; I am not worth this coil , that's made for me . Eli . His mother shames him so , poor boy , he weeps . Conft . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ...
... Arth . Good my mother , peace ! I would , that I were low laid in my grave ; I am not worth this coil , that's made for me . Eli . His mother shames him so , poor boy , he weeps . Conft . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ...
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... Arth . I do befeech you , madam , be content . Conft . If thou , that bid'st me be content , wert grim , Ugly , and fland'rous to thy mother's womb , Full of unpleasing blots , and sightless stains , Lame , foolish , crooked , fwart ...
... Arth . I do befeech you , madam , be content . Conft . If thou , that bid'st me be content , wert grim , Ugly , and fland'rous to thy mother's womb , Full of unpleasing blots , and sightless stains , Lame , foolish , crooked , fwart ...
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... Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; haste before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots ; imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty ...
... Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; haste before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots ; imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty ...
Strona 52
... Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . : Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be more prince , ) as may be . You are fad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Artb . Mercy on me ! Methinks ...
... Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . : Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be more prince , ) as may be . You are fad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Artb . Mercy on me ! Methinks ...
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Strona 49 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strona 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strona 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strona 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Strona 20 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Strona 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
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