Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volumul 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Pagina 172
... BOLING . Many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my moft loving liege ! NOR . 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 ...
... BOLING . Many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my moft loving liege ! NOR . 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 ...
Pagina 173
... BOLING . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
... BOLING . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
Pagina 174
... BOLING . Look , what I fpeak my life fhall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor ...
... BOLING . Look , what I fpeak my life fhall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor ...
Pagina 177
... BOLING . O , God defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I seem crestfallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch feeble ...
... BOLING . O , God defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I seem crestfallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch feeble ...
Pagina 181
... BOLING . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms , Το prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lifts , on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and dangerous ...
... BOLING . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms , Το prove , by heaven's grace , and my body's valour , In lifts , on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor , foul and dangerous ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volumul 3 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1797 |
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againſt anſwer arms art thou Banquo BARD Bardolph BAST beſt blood BOLING Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown death defire doft doth duke England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid Falſtaff fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhow fight fince fir John firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword GAUNT give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour horſe houſe itſelf LADY Lancaſter liege look lord MACB Macbeth MACD mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy PIST pleaſe POINS pray preſent prince purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE ſee SHAL ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe whofe Whoſe WITCH yourſelf
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Pagina 29 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pagina 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Pagina 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Pagina 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 50 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Pagina 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Pagina 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pagina 19 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.