The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1540
... gentle Norfolk ; ftay by me my Lords , And Soldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thrust you out by force . York . The Queen this day here ...
... gentle Norfolk ; ftay by me my Lords , And Soldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thrust you out by force . York . The Queen this day here ...
Pàgina 1541
... gentle Earl of Westmorland . Clif . Patience is for Poltroons , and such is he : He durft not fit there had your Father liv'd . My gracious Lord , here in the Parliament Let us affail the Family of York : North . Well haft thou fpoken ...
... gentle Earl of Westmorland . Clif . Patience is for Poltroons , and such is he : He durft not fit there had your Father liv'd . My gracious Lord , here in the Parliament Let us affail the Family of York : North . Well haft thou fpoken ...
Pàgina 1545
... gentle Queen , and I will stay . Queen . Who can be patient in fuch extreams ? Ah wretched Man ! would I had dy'd a Maid , And never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to ...
... gentle Queen , and I will stay . Queen . Who can be patient in fuch extreams ? Ah wretched Man ! would I had dy'd a Maid , And never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to ...
Pàgina 1546
... gentle Margaret , and hear me fpeak . Queen . Thou haft fpoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle Son Edward , thou wilt ftay with me ? Queen . Ay , to be murther'd by his Enemies . Prince . When I return with Victory ...
... gentle Margaret , and hear me fpeak . Queen . Thou haft fpoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle Son Edward , thou wilt ftay with me ? Queen . Ay , to be murther'd by his Enemies . Prince . When I return with Victory ...
Pàgina 1549
... gentle Clifford , kill me with thy Sword , And not with such a cruel threatning Look . Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a fubject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng❜d on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain ...
... gentle Clifford , kill me with thy Sword , And not with such a cruel threatning Look . Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a fubject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng❜d on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain ...
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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...