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Pagina 5
... 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 mest help me : Impatiently I burn with thy desire ...
... 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 mest help me : Impatiently I burn with thy desire ...
Pagina 13
... Stay , stay , I say ! Glo . And , if you love me , as you say you do , Let me persuade you to forbear a while . " K. Hen . O , how this discord doth afflict my soul ! - Can you , my lord of Winchester behold My sighs and tears , and ...
... Stay , stay , I say ! Glo . And , if you love me , as you say you do , Let me persuade you to forbear a while . " K. Hen . O , how this discord doth afflict my soul ! - Can you , my lord of Winchester behold My sighs and tears , and ...
Pagina 16
... Stay , let thy humble handmaid speak to thee . Bur . Speak on ; but be not over - tedious . Puc . Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the ...
... Stay , let thy humble handmaid speak to thee . Bur . Speak on ; but be not over - tedious . Puc . Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the ...
Pagina 20
... stay , we both are sure to die . John . Then let me stay ; and , father , do you fly : Your loss is great , so your regard ' should be ; My worth unknown , no loss is known in me . Upon my death the French can little beast ; In yours ...
... stay , we both are sure to die . John . Then let me stay ; and , father , do you fly : Your loss is great , so your regard ' should be ; My worth unknown , no loss is known in me . Upon my death the French can little beast ; In yours ...
Pagina 22
... Stay , my lord legate ; you shall first receive The sum of money , which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments . Leg . I will attend upon your lordship's leisure . Win . Now , Winchester ...
... Stay , my lord legate ; you shall first receive The sum of money , which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments . Leg . I will attend upon your lordship's leisure . Win . Now , Winchester ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 134 - ... wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Pagina 425 - 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?
Pagina 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Pagina 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Pagina 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pagina 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Pagina 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pagina 134 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.