 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 pàgines
...conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humor'd thus Comes at last and with a little pin Bores through his castle...and blood With solemn reverence. Throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious sky, For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 pàgines
...self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humored dith P. Hazen (HI, ii) 90 Go bind thou up young dangling apricots Which, like unruly children, make their sire Stoop... | |
 | Meredith Anne Skura - 1993 - 348 pàgines
...monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh . . . Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes...Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! (R2 3.2.160-62, 164-70; italics added) Further resemblance to the erotics of Marlowe's play is suggested... | |
 | Nicholas B. Dirks - 1993 - 486 pàgines
...and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humoured thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Shakespeare, Richard II The heavens shower rain; the earth bears grain; why should I pay for my land?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 pàgines
...well known to Were brass impregnable; and humoured thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin 170 Bores through his castle wall, and - farewell, king!...and blood With solemn reverence. Throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty; For you have but mistook me all this while. I live with bread,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pàgines
...self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humored thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! 90 With solemn reverence. Throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty; For you have but... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pàgines
...conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our Ufe, Were brass impregnable; and humour'dthus, h KING HENRY. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we...delay, Cold-biting winter mars our hoped-for hay. Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty; For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread... | |
 | Pauline Kiernan - 1998 - 236 pàgines
...kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores thorough his castle wall, and farewell king! (160-70, my emphasis) It is the characteristic Shakespearean... | |
 | Ernst Hartwig Kantorowicz - 1997 - 622 pàgines
...and vain conceit, As if the flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable: and humoured thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! The king that "never dies" here has been replaced by the king that always dies and suffers death more... | |
 | Michael Schulman, Eva Mekler - 1998 - 370 pàgines
...kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at...and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread... | |
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Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin... 
