The Plays, 第 5 卷Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... English eye , - That all the treasons , for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land , Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring . Further I say , -and further will maintain Upon his bad life , to make all ...
... English eye , - That all the treasons , for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land , Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring . Further I say , -and further will maintain Upon his bad life , to make all ...
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... English feasts , so I regreet The daintiest last , to make the end most sweet : O thou , the earthly author of my blood , - [ To Gaunt . Whose youthful spirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at ...
... English feasts , so I regreet The daintiest last , to make the end most sweet : O thou , the earthly author of my blood , - [ To Gaunt . Whose youthful spirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at ...
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... English , now must I forego ; And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or , like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony ...
... English , now must I forego ; And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or , like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony ...
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... English breath in foreign clouds , Eating the bitter bread of banishment : Whilst you have fed upon my signories , Dispark'd * my parks , and fell'd my forest woods ; From my own windows torn my household coat † , Raz'd out my impress ...
... English breath in foreign clouds , Eating the bitter bread of banishment : Whilst you have fed upon my signories , Dispark'd * my parks , and fell'd my forest woods ; From my own windows torn my household coat † , Raz'd out my impress ...
第 55 頁
... English blood . North . The king of heaven forbid , our lord the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon ! Thy thrice - noble cousin , Harry Bolingbroke , doth humbly kiss thy hand ; And by the honourable tomb he ...
... English blood . North . The king of heaven forbid , our lord the king Should so with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon ! Thy thrice - noble cousin , Harry Bolingbroke , doth humbly kiss thy hand ; And by the honourable tomb he ...
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第 297 頁 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
第 330 頁 - 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.
第 21 頁 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
第 213 頁 - Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
第 131 頁 - 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.
第 50 頁 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
第 322 頁 - 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...
第 307 頁 - Where some, like Magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like Merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like Soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their Emperor...
第 366 頁 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
第 235 頁 - 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.