The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. The tragedy of King Richard II. The first part of King Henry IV. The second part of King Henry IV. The life of King Henry VG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... eye , Heat outwardly or breath within , I'll serve you As I would do the gods . But , O thou tyrant ! Do not repent these things , for they are heavier 211 Than all thy woes can stir : therefore betake SCENE 11. ] 39 THE WINTER'S TALE .
... eye , Heat outwardly or breath within , I'll serve you As I would do the gods . But , O thou tyrant ! Do not repent these things , for they are heavier 211 Than all thy woes can stir : therefore betake SCENE 11. ] 39 THE WINTER'S TALE .
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... breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength - a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial : lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O ...
... breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength - a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial : lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O ...
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... breath ; Never till then . Enter a Gentleman . Gent . One that gives out himself Prince Florizel , Son of Polixenes , with his princess , she The fairest I have yet beheld , desires access To your high presence . Leon . What with him ...
... breath ; Never till then . Enter a Gentleman . Gent . One that gives out himself Prince Florizel , Son of Polixenes , with his princess , she The fairest I have yet beheld , desires access To your high presence . Leon . What with him ...
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... breath into his work , would beguile Nature of her custom , so perfectly he is her ape : he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer : thither with all greediness of ...
... breath into his work , would beguile Nature of her custom , so perfectly he is her ape : he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of answer : thither with all greediness of ...
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... breath ? Let no man mock me , For I will kiss her . Paul . Good my lord , forbear : The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ; You'll mar it if you kiss it , stain your own With oily painting . Shall I draw the curtain ? Leon . No , not these ...
... breath ? Let no man mock me , For I will kiss her . Paul . Good my lord , forbear : The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ; You'll mar it if you kiss it , stain your own With oily painting . Shall I draw the curtain ? Leon . No , not these ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms art thou Aumerle AUTOLYCUS Bard Bardolph Bast beseech BISHOP OF CARLISLE blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo cousin crown Dauphin dead death doth Duke Duke of Hereford Eastcheap England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear France French friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven honour horse Host king Lady Leon liege live look lord majesty Master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal shalt shame Shep Sicilia Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak stand swear sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto Westmoreland wilt word York Zounds ΙΟ
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Página 472 - 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...
Página 135 - 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?
Página 505 - 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 vile This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves...
Página 330 - 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 in that word, honour ? What is that honour?
Página 387 - With deafening clamour 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 330 - 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 in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
Página 465 - A made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John!" quoth I; "what, man! be o
Página 169 - 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.
Página 216 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...