The Dramatic Works, 第 2 巻S. Andrus, 1831 |
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... fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these letters , full of mischance ...
... fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these letters , full of mischance ...
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... fight . Char . Stay , stay thy hands ; thou art an amazon , And fightest with the sword of Deborah . Puc . Christ's mother helps me , else I were too weak . Char . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn ...
... fight . Char . Stay , stay thy hands ; thou art an amazon , And fightest with the sword of Deborah . Puc . Christ's mother helps me , else I were too weak . Char . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn ...
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... Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . Char . What she says , I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge . This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Expect Saint Martin's summer ...
... Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . Char . What she says , I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge . This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Expect Saint Martin's summer ...
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... fight . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . Puc . Talbot , farewell ...
... fight . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder , But I will chastise this high - minded strumpet . Puc . Talbot , farewell ...
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... fight began , Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself ( as far as I could well discern , For smoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
... fight began , Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myself ( as far as I could well discern , For smoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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133 ページ - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
426 ページ - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
441 ページ - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
133 ページ - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
426 ページ - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
240 ページ - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
445 ページ - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
392 ページ - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
240 ページ - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
461 ページ - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.