The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 5 |
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Pàgina 16
To my Lord Protetor ? [ reading ] Are your supplications to his Lordfhip ? let me
see them ; what is thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , and't please your Grace , against youn
Goodman , my Lord Cardinal's man , for keeping my house and lands , and wife ...
To my Lord Protetor ? [ reading ] Are your supplications to his Lordfhip ? let me
see them ; what is thine ? 1 Pet . Mine is , and't please your Grace , against youn
Goodman , my Lord Cardinal's man , for keeping my house and lands , and wife ...
Pàgina 19
... proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd set
my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas
against her will . Elean . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look King HENRY
VI .
... proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd set
my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas
against her will . Elean . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look King HENRY
VI .
Pàgina 105
He rose against him , being his Sovereign , And made him to resign his crown
perforce . War . Suppose , my Lords , he did it unconftrain'd , Think you , ' twere
prejudicial to his crown ? Exe . No , for he could not fo resign his crown , But that
the ...
He rose against him , being his Sovereign , And made him to resign his crown
perforce . War . Suppose , my Lords , he did it unconftrain'd , Think you , ' twere
prejudicial to his crown ? Exe . No , for he could not fo resign his crown , But that
the ...
Pàgina 296
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). The pray'rs of holy saints , and
wronged , fouls , Like high - rear'd bulwarks , fand before our faces . Richard
except , those , whom we fight against , Had rather have us win , than him they
follow .
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). The pray'rs of holy saints , and
wronged , fouls , Like high - rear'd bulwarks , fand before our faces . Richard
except , those , whom we fight against , Had rather have us win , than him they
follow .
Pàgina 342
... time you can report , And prove it too , against mine honour aught , My bond of
wedlock , or my love and duty Against your sacred person ; in God's name , Turn
me away ; and let the foul'It contempt Shut door upon me , and so give me up .
... time you can report , And prove it too , against mine honour aught , My bond of
wedlock , or my love and duty Against your sacred person ; in God's name , Turn
me away ; and let the foul'It contempt Shut door upon me , and so give me up .
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt Anne arms bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal changes Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth Duke Earl Edward England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight firſt follow foul France friends gentle give Grace hand Haſtings hath head hear heart heav'n Henry Highneſs honour hope houſe I'll King King's Lady land leave live look Lord Madam mean mind moſt mother muſt myſelf never noble once peace pleaſe poor pray Prince Queen Rich Richard royal ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Somerſet ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch Suffolk tears tell thank thee theſe thine thing thoſe thou thought true unto Warwick whoſe wife York young
Passatges populars
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 133 - 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 217 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
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 133 - 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 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...
Pàgina 367 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 337 - 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 194 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; 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 216 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volum 5 The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editor | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Gen. 2007 |
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