The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 6
... fight of England and her lordly Peers , Deliver up my , title in the Queen [ Prefenting the Queen to the King . To your moft gracious hand , that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did represent : The happiest gift that ever ...
... fight of England and her lordly Peers , Deliver up my , title in the Queen [ Prefenting the Queen to the King . To your moft gracious hand , that are the fubftance Of that great fhadow I did represent : The happiest gift that ever ...
Pàgina 12
... fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd with all the honours of the world ? If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious gold ...
... fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd with all the honours of the world ? If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious gold ...
Pàgina 21
... fight ; for God's fake pity my case ; the spight of man prevaileth against me . O Lord , have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a blow : O Lord , my heart ! Glou . Sirrah , or you must fight , or else be hang'd . K. Henry ...
... fight ; for God's fake pity my case ; the spight of man prevaileth against me . O Lord , have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a blow : O Lord , my heart ! Glou . Sirrah , or you must fight , or else be hang'd . K. Henry ...
Pàgina 25
... fight , A man that ne'er faw in his life before . K. Henry . Now God be prais'd , that to believing fouls Gives light in darkness , comfort in defpair ! Enter the Mayor of St. Albans , and his brethren , bearing Simpcox between two in a ...
... fight , A man that ne'er faw in his life before . K. Henry . Now God be prais'd , that to believing fouls Gives light in darkness , comfort in defpair ! Enter the Mayor of St. Albans , and his brethren , bearing Simpcox between two in a ...
Pàgina 31
... fight of God and us your guilt is great ; Receive the fentence of the law for fins , Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death . You four from hence to prifon back again ; From thence unto the place of execution ; The witch in ...
... fight of God and us your guilt is great ; Receive the fentence of the law for fins , Such as by God's book are adjudg'd to death . You four from hence to prifon back again ; From thence unto the place of execution ; The witch in ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pàgina 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Pàgina 304 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pàgina 176 - 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.
Pàgina 122 - 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 170 - 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.
Pàgina 122 - 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...
Pàgina 331 - 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 330 - 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 332 - 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...