The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volum 4C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Pàgina 6
... moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both , yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the ...
... moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We thank you both , yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the ...
Pàgina 8
... moft falfly doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty : ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except :) If guilty dread ...
... moft falfly doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty : ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except :) If guilty dread ...
Pàgina 10
... moft heartily I pray Your highness to affign our trial - day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prefcribe , though no phyfician ; Deep malice makes too deep ...
... moft heartily I pray Your highness to affign our trial - day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prefcribe , though no phyfician ; Deep malice makes too deep ...
Pàgina 12
... moft royal root ; ) . Is crack'd , and all the precious liquor fpilt ; Is hackt down , and his fummer leaves all faded , By envy's hand and murder's bloody ax ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb ,. ' That metal ...
... moft royal root ; ) . Is crack'd , and all the precious liquor fpilt ; Is hackt down , and his fummer leaves all faded , By envy's hand and murder's bloody ax ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb ,. ' That metal ...
Pàgina 16
... moft fweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ Te Gaunt , Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ...
... moft fweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ Te Gaunt , Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 92 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pàgina 228 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pàgina 369 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Pàgina 237 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Pàgina 139 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pàgina 296 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Pàgina 229 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pàgina 296 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Pàgina 161 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Pàgina 321 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.