The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1556
... Some dreadful Story hanging on thy Tongue ? " Mef . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Ob , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich ...
... Some dreadful Story hanging on thy Tongue ? " Mef . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Ob , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich ...
Pàgina 1558
... Some fix miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers ; And for your Brother , he was lately fent From your kind Aunt , Dutch fs of Burgundy , With aid of Soldiers to this needful War . Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ...
... Some fix miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers ; And for your Brother , he was lately fent From your kind Aunt , Dutch fs of Burgundy , With aid of Soldiers to this needful War . Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ...
Pàgina 1570
... Some Troops purfue the bloody - minded Queen , That led calm Henry , though he were a King , As doth a Sail fill'd with a fretting Guft , Command Commard an Argofie to ftem the Waves : But think 1570 The Third Part of.
... Some Troops purfue the bloody - minded Queen , That led calm Henry , though he were a King , As doth a Sail fill'd with a fretting Guft , Command Commard an Argofie to ftem the Waves : But think 1570 The Third Part of.
Pàgina 1626
... Some patient leifure to excuse my self . Anne . Fouler than Heart can think thee , Thou canst make no excufe that will be currant , Unless thou hang thy felf . Gle . By fuch defpair , I fhould accuse my self . Anne . And by despairing ...
... Some patient leifure to excuse my self . Anne . Fouler than Heart can think thee , Thou canst make no excufe that will be currant , Unless thou hang thy felf . Gle . By fuch defpair , I fhould accuse my self . Anne . And by despairing ...
Pàgina 1627
... Some Dungeon . Glo . Your Bed - chamber . Anne . Il Reft betide the Chamber where thou lyeft . Glo . So will it , Madam , ' till I lye with you . Anne . I hope fo . Glo . I know fo . But gentle Lady Anne , To leave this keen encounter ...
... Some Dungeon . Glo . Your Bed - chamber . Anne . Il Reft betide the Chamber where thou lyeft . Glo . So will it , Madam , ' till I lye with you . Anne . I hope fo . Glo . I know fo . But gentle Lady Anne , To leave this keen encounter ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visualització completa - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Volum 4 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1714 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 1628 - 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, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Pàgina 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Pàgina 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Pàgina 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pàgina 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Pàgina 1565 - 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...
Pàgina 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Pàgina 1747 - 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 1618 - 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...