The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 7
... pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father , and fhe fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges , without having any dowry . K. Henry ...
... pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father , and fhe fent over of the King of England's own proper coft and charges , without having any dowry . K. Henry ...
Pàgina 16
... pray , my Lord , pardon me ; I took ye for my Lord Protector . Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector . [ reading . ] Are your fupplications to his lordship ? let me fee them ; what is thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , an't please your Grace , againft ...
... pray , my Lord , pardon me ; I took ye for my Lord Protector . Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector . [ reading . ] Are your fupplications to his lordship ? let me fee them ; what is thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , an't please your Grace , againft ...
Pàgina 19
... Pray God , the Duke of York excuse himself ! York . Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K.H.What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tellme , what arethefe ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his master of high ...
... Pray God , the Duke of York excuse himself ! York . Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K.H.What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tellme , what arethefe ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his master of high ...
Pàgina 20
... Pray God , the Duke of York excufe himself ! York . Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K.H.What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tellme , what arethefe ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his mafter of high ...
... Pray God , the Duke of York excufe himself ! York . Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K.H.What mean'ft thou , Suffolk ? tellme , what arethefe ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his mafter of high ...
Pàgina 21
... pray , my Lord , let's fee the devil's writ . What have we here ? The Duke yet lives , that Henry fhall depofe ; But him out - live , and die a violent death . [ Reads . Why , this is juft , Aia te , Æacida , Romanos vincere posse ...
... pray , my Lord , let's fee the devil's writ . What have we here ? The Duke yet lives , that Henry fhall depofe ; But him out - live , and die a violent death . [ Reads . Why , this is juft , Aia te , Æacida , Romanos vincere posse ...
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The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1740 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 217 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pàgina 370 - 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 134 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pàgina 377 - 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 367 - 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 368 - 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. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Pàgina 133 - So many hours must I tend my flock; 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 yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pàgina 71 - 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 368 - 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 133 - 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...