Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volum 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Pàgina 547
... whose will stands , but mine ? There's none protector of the realm , but I.- Break up the gates , I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ? Glofter's Men rufb at the Tower - Gates , and Wood - vile , the ...
... whose will stands , but mine ? There's none protector of the realm , but I.- Break up the gates , I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ? Glofter's Men rufb at the Tower - Gates , and Wood - vile , the ...
Pàgina 553
... whose wafting oil is fpent- Wax dim , as drawing to their exigent 9 : Weak fhoulders , over - borne with burth'ning grief ; And pithlefs arms , like to a wither'd vine That droops his fapless branches to the ground . 50 Yet are thefe ...
... whose wafting oil is fpent- Wax dim , as drawing to their exigent 9 : Weak fhoulders , over - borne with burth'ning grief ; And pithlefs arms , like to a wither'd vine That droops his fapless branches to the ground . 50 Yet are thefe ...
Pàgina 572
... whose large style Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of Him who dy'd for all , " that the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be 35 Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : " releafed and delivered to ...
... whose large style Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of Him who dy'd for all , " that the dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be 35 Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : " releafed and delivered to ...
Pàgina 573
... I raise aloft the milk - white rofe , With whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; 3 Tickle for ticklish . 4 i . e . Meleager . And That she will light to listen to their lays , Aa 1. Scene 1. ] 573 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI .
... I raise aloft the milk - white rofe , With whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; 3 Tickle for ticklish . 4 i . e . Meleager . And That she will light to listen to their lays , Aa 1. Scene 1. ] 573 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI .
Pàgina 574
... Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . 5 SCENE II . The Duke of Glofter's House . Enter Duke Humphrey and his wife Eleanor . Elean . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd 10 corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ...
... Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . 5 SCENE II . The Duke of Glofter's House . Enter Duke Humphrey and his wife Eleanor . Elean . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd 10 corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ægypt Afide againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Apemantus art thou beſt blood brother Brutus Cæfar Caffio caufe Cleo Coriolanus death Diomed doft doth duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhew fight firſt flain foldiers fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven Henry himſelf honour houſe huſband Iago itſelf king lady Lear lord madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Nurfe Othello Pandarus pleaſe pleaſure Pleb pray prefent prince purpoſe Queen reafon reft Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tybalt unto uſe Warwick whofe word yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 753 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pàgina 741 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 692 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 692 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
Pàgina 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, 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...
Pàgina 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pàgina 744 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Pàgina 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Pàgina 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.