| Michael Hattaway - 2002 - 308 pages
...heaven, methinks it were an easy leap / To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon', he vaunts, 'So he that doth redeem her thence might wear / Without corrival all her dignities' ( 1 99-200, 204-5 ). The nakedness of his ambition is palpable. Through him, Shakespeare voices a feudalism... | |
| R. A. Foakes - 2003 - 242 pages
...touching and absurd: By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep. Where fathom-line...thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities. (1.3.199-2o5) The imagery is extravagant, but his ebullient overconfidence in his ability to do the... | |
| 2003 - 450 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
| William Shakespeare - 2004 - 272 pages
...some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon, Or...thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities. But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of... | |
| Andrew Carnegie - 2004 - 449 pages
...address: By heavens, roethinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon t Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks ; So be that doth redeem her thence might wear Without co-rival all her dignities.... | |
| 1984 - 472 pages
[ Sorry, this page's content is restricted ] | |
| George Ian Duthie - 2005 - 216 pages
...speech on honour: By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities. I have no doubt that, if we read these lines, magnificent as they are, in their context, we shall be... | |
| Frank S. Mendez - 2005 - 108 pages
...coming battle: By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. The "top's" concern about the unbridled drives of eighteen-year-old Marines did not impress me that... | |
| |