The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volum 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pàgina 8
... Buck . Why fhould he then protect our fovereign , He being of age to govern of himself ? Coufin of Somerfet , join you with me , And all together with the Duke of Suffolk , We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat . Car . This ...
... Buck . Why fhould he then protect our fovereign , He being of age to govern of himself ? Coufin of Somerfet , join you with me , And all together with the Duke of Suffolk , We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat . Car . This ...
Pàgina 16
... Buck . All in this prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , fon ; and fhew fome reafon , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . 2. Mar. Because the King ...
... Buck . All in this prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , fon ; and fhew fome reafon , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . 2. Mar. Because the King ...
Pàgina 17
... Buck . Lord Cardinal , I'll follow Eleanor , And liften after Humphry , how he proceeds : She's tickled now , her fume can need no fpurs ; She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction . [ Exit Buck . SCENE VII . Re - enter Duke Humphry ...
... Buck . Lord Cardinal , I'll follow Eleanor , And liften after Humphry , how he proceeds : She's tickled now , her fume can need no fpurs ; She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction . [ Exit Buck . SCENE VII . Re - enter Duke Humphry ...
Pàgina 21
... Buck . Your Grace fhall give me leave , my Lord of To be the poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup ...
... Buck . Your Grace fhall give me leave , my Lord of To be the poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup ...
Pàgina 26
... Buck . Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold : A fort of naughty perfons , lewdly bent , Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor , the Protector's wife , ( The ring - leader and head of all this rout ) , A Have practis'd ...
... Buck . Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold : A fort of naughty perfons , lewdly bent , Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor , the Protector's wife , ( The ring - leader and head of all this rout ) , A Have practis'd ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1753 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pàgina 328 - 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 119 - 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 193 - 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 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pàgina 119 - 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 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.