The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volumul 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 5 din 70
Pagina 25
... comes counfel to his ear . Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men Inforce attention , like deep harmony : Where words are scarce , they're feldom spent in vain For they breathe truth , that breathe their words in pain ...
... comes counfel to his ear . Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men Inforce attention , like deep harmony : Where words are scarce , they're feldom spent in vain For they breathe truth , that breathe their words in pain ...
Pagina 26
In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Then all too late comes counsel to be heard , Where Will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whofe way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath ...
In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Then all too late comes counsel to be heard , Where Will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whofe way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath ...
Pagina 37
... comes the Duke of York . Queen . With figns of war about his aged neck Oh , full of careful business are his looks ! Uncle , for heav'n's fake , comfortable words . York . Should I do fo , I fhould bely my thoughts ; Comfort's in heav'n ...
... comes the Duke of York . Queen . With figns of war about his aged neck Oh , full of careful business are his looks ! Uncle , for heav'n's fake , comfortable words . York . Should I do fo , I fhould bely my thoughts ; Comfort's in heav'n ...
Pagina 40
... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my lord , t'have learn'd his health of you , North . Why , is he ...
... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my lord , t'have learn'd his health of you , North . Why , is he ...
Pagina 41
... comes to years , Stands for my bounty . But who now comes here ? Enter Berkley . North . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my message is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And I am ...
... comes to years , Stands for my bounty . But who now comes here ? Enter Berkley . North . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my message is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And I am ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Volumul 4 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1748 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf felves fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto Weft whofe word York
Pasaje populare
Pagina 117 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Pagina 187 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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 392 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 52 - 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 411 - 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!
Pagina 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pagina 249 - 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...
Pagina 187 - 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 252 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Pagina 26 - 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...