The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volumul 5H. Durell, 1817 |
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Pagina 12
... Bast . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I suppose , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile ...
... Bast . Your faithful subject I , a gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire ; and eldest son , As I suppose , to Robert Faulconbridge ; A soldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . [ 3 ] This simile ...
Pagina 13
... Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children ...
... Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and , as I think , one father : But , for the certain knowledge of that truth , I put you o'er to heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children ...
Pagina 14
... Bast . Well , sir , by this you cannot get my land ; Your tale must be , how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once despatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there , with the emperor , To treat of high affairs touching that time : Th ...
... Bast . Well , sir , by this you cannot get my land ; Your tale must be , how he employ'd my mother . Rob . And once despatch'd him in an embassy To Germany , there , with the emperor , To treat of high affairs touching that time : Th ...
Pagina 15
... Bast . Of no more force to dispossess me , sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadst thou rather , -be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Coeur - de - lion ...
... Bast . Of no more force to dispossess me , sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadst thou rather , -be a Faulconbridge , And like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed son of Coeur - de - lion ...
Pagina 16
... Bast . Brother , by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , your's gave land : --- Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ...
... Bast . Brother , by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , your's gave land : --- Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ...
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Pagina 83 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 301 - With deafning 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.
Pagina 132 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let'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 : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pagina 55 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 181 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Pagina 106 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Pagina 183 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Pagina 211 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Pagina 54 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?