The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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Pagina 9
... Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt . I have , my liege . K. Rich . Tell me moreover , hast thou sounded him , If he appeal the duke on ancient malice ; Or worthily , as a good subject should , On some known ground of treachery in him ? 4 thy oath ...
... Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt . I have , my liege . K. Rich . Tell me moreover , hast thou sounded him , If he appeal the duke on ancient malice ; Or worthily , as a good subject should , On some known ground of treachery in him ? 4 thy oath ...
Pagina 10
... Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely ...
... Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely ...
Pagina 12
... Thomas of Woodstock , the youngest son of Edward III ; who was murdered at Calais , in 1397 . Malone . See Froissart's Chronicle , Vol . II , cap . CC.xxvi . Steevens . 1 Suggest his soon - believing adversaries ; ] i . e . prompt , set ...
... Thomas of Woodstock , the youngest son of Edward III ; who was murdered at Calais , in 1397 . Malone . See Froissart's Chronicle , Vol . II , cap . CC.xxvi . Steevens . 1 Suggest his soon - believing adversaries ; ] i . e . prompt , set ...
Pagina 13
... Thomas of Norfolk , what say'st thou to this ? Nor . O , let my sovereign turn away his face , And bid his ears a little while be deaf , Till I have told this slander of his blood , 2 How God , and good men , hate so foul a liar . K ...
... Thomas of Norfolk , what say'st thou to this ? Nor . O , let my sovereign turn away his face , And bid his ears a little while be deaf , Till I have told this slander of his blood , 2 How God , and good men , hate so foul a liar . K ...
Pagina 17
... Thomas , my dear lord , my life , my Gloster , — One phial full of Edward's sacred blood , One flourishing branch of his most royal root , — Lat . Designare . " At the end of the article the reader is referred to the words " to marke ...
... Thomas , my dear lord , my life , my Gloster , — One phial full of Edward's sacred blood , One flourishing branch of his most royal root , — Lat . Designare . " At the end of the article the reader is referred to the words " to marke ...
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Pagina 40 - 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...
Pagina 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 313 - 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 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb 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.
Pagina 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Pagina 80 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Pagina 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Pagina 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Pagina 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.