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Side 11
Woli then , alone , since there's no remedy , You are deceiv'd , my substance is not here ; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy . For what you see , is but the smallest part Como hither , captain . ( IV hispers . ) ...
Woli then , alone , since there's no remedy , You are deceiv'd , my substance is not here ; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy . For what you see , is but the smallest part Como hither , captain . ( IV hispers . ) ...
Side 24
I'll win this lady Margaret . For whom ? ir York . Damsel of France , I think I have you fast ; Why , for my king : Tush ! that's a wooden thing ? Mar. He talks of wood : It is some carpenter , ; ' Unchain your spirits now with spelling ...
I'll win this lady Margaret . For whom ? ir York . Damsel of France , I think I have you fast ; Why , for my king : Tush ! that's a wooden thing ? Mar. He talks of wood : It is some carpenter , ; ' Unchain your spirits now with spelling ...
Side 27
That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come Glo . So should I give consent to flatter sin . To cross the seas to England , and be crown'd You know , my lord , your highness is betroth'd King Henry's faithful and anointed queen : Unto ...
That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come Glo . So should I give consent to flatter sin . To cross the seas to England , and be crown'd You know , my lord , your highness is betroth'd King Henry's faithful and anointed queen : Unto ...
Side 36
A sort of naughty persons , lewdly ? bent , • Let me see thine eyes : -wink now ; --- now open , • Under the countenance and confederacy , them :• Of Lady Eleanor , the protector's wife , • In my opinion yet thou sec'st not well .
A sort of naughty persons , lewdly ? bent , • Let me see thine eyes : -wink now ; --- now open , • Under the countenance and confederacy , them :• Of Lady Eleanor , the protector's wife , • In my opinion yet thou sec'st not well .
Side 41
By false accuse doth level at my life is Pardon , my liege , that I have staid so long , And you , my sovereign lady , with the rest Suf . Nay , Gloster , know , that thou art come too . Causeless have laid disgraces on my head ...
By false accuse doth level at my life is Pardon , my liege , that I have staid so long , And you , my sovereign lady , with the rest Suf . Nay , Gloster , know , that thou art come too . Causeless have laid disgraces on my head ...
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Side 161 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Side 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Side 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Side 9 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Side 161 - What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Side 69 - 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.
Side 7 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
Side 9 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 10 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Side 143 - 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.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volum 2 The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Forfatter | William Shakespeare |
| Utgiver | George Dearborn, 1836 |
| Original fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisert | 30. des 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |