The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volum 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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Pàgina 10
... fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly . Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish , ( so please my sovereign ) ere I move , What my tongue ...
... fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly . Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish , ( so please my sovereign ) ere I move , What my tongue ...
Pàgina 11
... fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ; Which else would post , until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat . Setting aside his high blood's royalty , And let him ...
... fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ; Which else would post , until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat . Setting aside his high blood's royalty , And let him ...
Pàgina 12
... fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ...
... fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ...
Pàgina 15
... fair name , ( Despite of death , that lives upon my grave , ) 7 To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have . I am disgrac'd , impeach'd , and baffled here ; & Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear ; The which no balm can ...
... fair name , ( Despite of death , that lives upon my grave , ) 7 To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have . I am disgrac'd , impeach'd , and baffled here ; & Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear ; The which no balm can ...
Pàgina 17
... fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course , Some of those branches by the destinies cut : But Thomas , my dear lord , my life , my Gloster , — One phial full of Edward's sacred blood ...
... fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course , Some of those branches by the destinies cut : But Thomas , my dear lord , my life , my Gloster , — One phial full of Edward's sacred blood ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
Pàgina 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? 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 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh 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 like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pàgina 313 - 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. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pàgina 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pàgina 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Pàgina 80 - 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 at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Pàgina 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Pàgina 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Pàgina 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.