The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1562
... faid fo much before , and yet you fled . War . ' Twas not your Valour , Clifford , drove me thence . North . No , nor your Manhood that durft make you stay . Rich . Northumberland , I hold thee reverently , Break off the Parley , for ...
... faid fo much before , and yet you fled . War . ' Twas not your Valour , Clifford , drove me thence . North . No , nor your Manhood that durft make you stay . Rich . Northumberland , I hold thee reverently , Break off the Parley , for ...
Pàgina 1577
... faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet Widow , by my State I fwear to thee , I I speak no more than what my Soul intends , King Henry VI . 1577.
... faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet Widow , by my State I fwear to thee , I I speak no more than what my Soul intends , King Henry VI . 1577.
Pàgina 1590
... faid Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard that fhe was there in place . Poft . Tell him ( quoth the ) My mourning Weeds are done , And I am ready to put Armour on . K. Edw . Belike the means to play the Amazon . But what faid Warwick to these ...
... faid Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard that fhe was there in place . Poft . Tell him ( quoth the ) My mourning Weeds are done , And I am ready to put Armour on . K. Edw . Belike the means to play the Amazon . But what faid Warwick to these ...
Pàgina 1604
... faid the King , Or did he make the Jeft against his will ? War . Is not a Dukedom , Sir , a goodly Gift ? Glo . Ay , by my Faith , for a poor Earl to give : I'll do thee fervice for fo good a Gift ? War . ' Twas I that gave the Kingdom ...
... faid the King , Or did he make the Jeft against his will ? War . Is not a Dukedom , Sir , a goodly Gift ? Glo . Ay , by my Faith , for a poor Earl to give : I'll do thee fervice for fo good a Gift ? War . ' Twas I that gave the Kingdom ...
Pàgina 1607
... faid , commend me to my valiant Brother . And more he would have faid , and more he spoke , And founded like a Cannon in a Vault , That mought not be diftinguifh'd ; but at laft , I well might hear delivered with a Groan , O farewel ...
... faid , commend me to my valiant Brother . And more he would have faid , and more he spoke , And founded like a Cannon in a Vault , That mought not be diftinguifh'd ; but at laft , I well might hear delivered with a Groan , O farewel ...
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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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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...