The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volum 5 |
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Pàgina 6
Your strong possession , much more than your right ; Or else it must go wrong with you , and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear ; Which none but heaven , and you , and 1 , shall hear . the monege- i , e . conduct ...
Your strong possession , much more than your right ; Or else it must go wrong with you , and me : So much my conscience whispers in your ear ; Which none but heaven , and you , and 1 , shall hear . the monege- i , e . conduct ...
Pàgina 7
... That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou ...
... That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou ...
Pàgina 8
If old sir Robert did beget us both , And were our father , and this son like him ; - O old sir Robert , father , on my knee I give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! Eli .
If old sir Robert did beget us both , And were our father , and this son like him ; - O old sir Robert , father , on my knee I give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! Eli .
Pàgina 15
Lady F. King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy fa- ther ; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed : - Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! - Thou art the issue of my dear offence ...
Lady F. King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy fa- ther ; By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make room for him in my husband's bed : - Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! - Thou art the issue of my dear offence ...
Pàgina 17
The peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town.— Call for our chiefest men of discipline ...
The peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town.— Call for our chiefest men of discipline ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 313 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 385 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Pàgina 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Pàgina 385 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Pàgina 228 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pàgina 64 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pàgina 226 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Pàgina 195 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pàgina 260 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Pàgina 226 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.