The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volum 4 |
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. THE PLAY AYS O F WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . VOLUME the FOURTH , CONTAINING , The LIFE and DEATH of RICHARD the SECOND . The FIRST PART of KING HENRY the FOURTH . The SECOND PART of KING HENRY the FOURTH ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. THE PLAY AYS O F WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . VOLUME the FOURTH , CONTAINING , The LIFE and DEATH of RICHARD the SECOND . The FIRST PART of KING HENRY the FOURTH . The SECOND PART of KING HENRY the FOURTH ...
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... play ; they are fo much inferior to the rest of the writing , that they appear to me of a different hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted ...
... play ; they are fo much inferior to the rest of the writing , that they appear to me of a different hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted ...
Pàgina 17
... play printed in 1598 , omitted in the first general col- lection of the poet's works ; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text , put them into their place . Where- as , in truth , the five lines were omitted by ...
... play printed in 1598 , omitted in the first general col- lection of the poet's works ; and not enough attending to their agreement with the common text , put them into their place . Where- as , in truth , the five lines were omitted by ...
Pàgina 23
... following scene . As the play is now divided , more time paffes between the two laft fcenes of the first act , than between the firft act and the fecond , CA SCENE SCENE Changes to the Court . VII . Enter King KING RICHARD II . 23.
... following scene . As the play is now divided , more time paffes between the two laft fcenes of the first act , than between the firft act and the fecond , CA SCENE SCENE Changes to the Court . VII . Enter King KING RICHARD II . 23.
Pàgina 29
... play fo nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , mifery makes fport to mock itself : Since thou doft feek to kill my name in me , ' I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter those that live ? Gaunt ...
... play fo nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , mifery makes fport to mock itself : Since thou doft feek to kill my name in me , ' I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter those that live ? Gaunt ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 134 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Pàgina 287 - 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 111 - 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 28 - 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: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, Is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pàgina 299 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Pàgina 215 - 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 468 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
Pàgina 406 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pàgina 407 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Pàgina 28 - 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, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...