The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1550
... else a glorious Tomb , A Scepter , or an Earthly Sepulcher . With this we chatg'd again ; but out alas , We bodg'd again ; as I have seen a Swan With bootless labour swim against the Tide , And spend her strength with over - matching ...
... else a glorious Tomb , A Scepter , or an Earthly Sepulcher . With this we chatg'd again ; but out alas , We bodg'd again ; as I have seen a Swan With bootless labour swim against the Tide , And spend her strength with over - matching ...
Pàgina 1557
... else thou wert not his . March . Enter Warwick , Marquess of Montague , and their Army . War . How now , fair Lords ? what fare ? what News abroad ? Rich . Great Lord of Warwick , if we should recount Our baleful News , and at each ...
... else thou wert not his . March . Enter Warwick , Marquess of Montague , and their Army . War . How now , fair Lords ? what fare ? what News abroad ? Rich . Great Lord of Warwick , if we should recount Our baleful News , and at each ...
Pàgina 1563
... else hold close thy Lips . K. Henry . I prithee give no Limits to my Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to speak . Clif . My Liege , the Wound that bred this Meeting here Cannot be cur'd by Words , therefore be still . Rich . Then ...
... else hold close thy Lips . K. Henry . I prithee give no Limits to my Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to speak . Clif . My Liege , the Wound that bred this Meeting here Cannot be cur'd by Words , therefore be still . Rich . Then ...
Pàgina 1568
... else , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London , by the King was I preft forth , My Father being ...
... else , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London , by the King was I preft forth , My Father being ...
Pàgina 1569
... hence amain . Exe . Away ; for vengeance comes along with them . Nay , stay not to expoftulate , make speed . Or else come after , I'll away before . VOL . IV . D K. Henry . ノ K. Henry . Nay , take me with thee King Henry VI . 1569.
... hence amain . Exe . Away ; for vengeance comes along with them . Nay , stay not to expoftulate , make speed . Or else come after , I'll away before . VOL . IV . D K. Henry . ノ K. Henry . Nay , take me with thee King Henry VI . 1569.
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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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Pàgina 1630 - 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 1777 - 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 1824 - 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 1784 - 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 1777 - 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 1783 - 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 1567 - 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 1998 - 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 1749 - 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 1620 - 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...