The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1749
... Rome , the Nurfe of Judgment , Invited by your Noble self , hath sent One general Tongue unto us , this good Man , This juft and learned Prieft , Cardinal Campeius , Whom once more I prefent unto your Highness . King . And once more in ...
... Rome , the Nurfe of Judgment , Invited by your Noble self , hath sent One general Tongue unto us , this good Man , This juft and learned Prieft , Cardinal Campeius , Whom once more I prefent unto your Highness . King . And once more in ...
Pàgina 1754
... Rome is read , Let filence be commanded . King . What's the need ? It hath already publickly been read , And on all fides th ' Authority allow'd , You may then fpare that time . Wol . Be't fo , proceed . Scribe . Say , Henry King of ...
... Rome is read , Let filence be commanded . King . What's the need ? It hath already publickly been read , And on all fides th ' Authority allow'd , You may then fpare that time . Wol . Be't fo , proceed . Scribe . Say , Henry King of ...
Pàgina 1760
... Rome . My learned and well - beloved Servant Cranmer , Prithee return ; with thy approach , I know , My comfort comes along : break up the Court : I fay , fet on . [ Exeunt , in manner as they enter'd . ACT III . SCENE I. Enter Queen ...
... Rome . My learned and well - beloved Servant Cranmer , Prithee return ; with thy approach , I know , My comfort comes along : break up the Court : I fay , fet on . [ Exeunt , in manner as they enter'd . ACT III . SCENE I. Enter Queen ...
Pàgina 1767
... Suf . No , no : There be moe Wafps that buz about his Nofe , Will make this fting the fooner . Cardinal Campeius Is ftoln away to Rome , hath ta'en no leave Q 4 Is King Henry VIII . 1767 As I would wish mine Enemy. ...
... Suf . No , no : There be moe Wafps that buz about his Nofe , Will make this fting the fooner . Cardinal Campeius Is ftoln away to Rome , hath ta'en no leave Q 4 Is King Henry VIII . 1767 As I would wish mine Enemy. ...
Pàgina 1768
... Rome , hath ta'en no leave , Hath left the Cauf to th'King unhandled , and Is pofted as the Agent of our Cardinal , To fecond all his Plot . I do affure you , The King cry'd Ha ! at this . Cham . Now God incenfe him ; And let him cry Ha ...
... Rome , hath ta'en no leave , Hath left the Cauf to th'King unhandled , and Is pofted as the Agent of our Cardinal , To fecond all his Plot . I do affure you , The King cry'd Ha ! at this . Cham . Now God incenfe him ; And let him cry Ha ...
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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 |
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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...