The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Pàgina 13
... fweet Nell , if thou dost love thy lord , Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my laft Breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams ...
... fweet Nell , if thou dost love thy lord , Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my laft Breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams ...
Pàgina 49
... fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily have prov'd far worse than his . York . What , werfe than nought ? nay , then a fhame take all ! Som . And , in the number , thee that wishest ...
... fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily have prov'd far worse than his . York . What , werfe than nought ? nay , then a fhame take all ! Som . And , in the number , thee that wishest ...
Pàgina 61
... fweet Suffolk , thou torment'ft thy felf ; And the dread curfes , like the fun ' gainst glass , Or like an over - charged gun , recoil , And turn the force of them upon thy felf . Suf . You bad me ban , and will you bid me leave ? Now ...
... fweet Suffolk , thou torment'ft thy felf ; And the dread curfes , like the fun ' gainst glass , Or like an over - charged gun , recoil , And turn the force of them upon thy felf . Suf . You bad me ban , and will you bid me leave ? Now ...
Pàgina 63
... fweet Elyfium . To die by thee , were but to die in jeft : From thee to die , were torture more than death ; Oh ! let me ftay , befal what may befal . Q. Mar. Away ; though Parting be a fretful corrofive , It is applied to a deathful ...
... fweet Elyfium . To die by thee , were but to die in jeft : From thee to die , were torture more than death ; Oh ! let me ftay , befal what may befal . Q. Mar. Away ; though Parting be a fretful corrofive , It is applied to a deathful ...
Pàgina 102
... fweet Warwi For hither we have broken in by force Norf . We'll all affift you ; he , that York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; ftay And , foldiers , ftay and lodge by me th War . And when the King comes , offer Unless he feek to thrust you ...
... fweet Warwi For hither we have broken in by force Norf . We'll all affift you ; he , that York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; ftay And , foldiers , ftay and lodge by me th War . And when the King comes , offer Unless he feek to thrust you ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1762 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 336 - 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 368 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pàgina 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pàgina 366 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 190 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 190 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pàgina 200 - 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 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pàgina 366 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 375 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...