The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Pàgina 6
... moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your Crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both , yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the ...
... moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your Crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both , yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the ...
Pàgina 9
... moft degen'rate traitor : Which in my felf I boldly will defend , And interchangeably hurle down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot ; To prove my felf a loyal gentleman , Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bofom . In ...
... moft degen'rate traitor : Which in my felf I boldly will defend , And interchangeably hurle down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot ; To prove my felf a loyal gentleman , Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bofom . In ...
Pàgina 10
... moft heartily I pray Your Highness to affign our tryal - day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled Gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this Choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician ; Deep malice makes too deep ...
... moft heartily I pray Your Highness to affign our tryal - day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled Gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this Choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician ; Deep malice makes too deep ...
Pàgina 12
... moft royal root ; ) Is crack'd , and all the precious liquor fpilt ; Is hackt down , and his fummer leaves all faded , By Envy's hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that ...
... moft royal root ; ) Is crack'd , and all the precious liquor fpilt ; Is hackt down , and his fummer leaves all faded , By Envy's hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that ...
Pàgina 15
... moft fweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ To Gaunt . Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ...
... moft fweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ To Gaunt . Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., Volum 4 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1773 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 104 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Pàgina 272 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pàgina 222 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pàgina 23 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Pàgina 334 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Pàgina 224 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Pàgina 165 - 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. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 99 - 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...
Pàgina 52 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Pàgina 223 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.