The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators. To which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volum 5 |
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Pàgina 4
... haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . 3 Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious Lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , 3 By day ...
... haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . 3 Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious Lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , 3 By day ...
Pàgina 13
... Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and ...
... Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and ...
Pàgina 14
... haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer , And will they undertake to do me good ? Hume . This they have promifed , to fhew your Highness A Spirit rais'd from depth of under ...
... haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer , And will they undertake to do me good ? Hume . This they have promifed , to fhew your Highness A Spirit rais'd from depth of under ...
Pàgina 19
... haft thou rack'd ; the Clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . Thy fumptuous buildings , and thy wife's attire , Have coft a mafs of publick treasury . Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon Offenders hath exceeded law ...
... haft thou rack'd ; the Clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . Thy fumptuous buildings , and thy wife's attire , Have coft a mafs of publick treasury . Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon Offenders hath exceeded law ...
Pàgina 29
... haft thou been long blind , and now restor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou ...
... haft thou been long blind , and now restor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1765 |
The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1765 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 444 - 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...
Pàgina 440 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 440 - 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 149 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Pàgina 77 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Pàgina 451 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pàgina 443 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pàgina 441 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 148 - O 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.
Pàgina 222 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.