The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volumul 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pagina 5
... Thanks , uncle Winchester , Glo'fter , York , Buckingham , and Somerset , Salisbury , and Warwick ; We thank you for all this great favour done , In entertainment to my princely Queen . Come , Come let us in , and with all speed provide ...
... Thanks , uncle Winchester , Glo'fter , York , Buckingham , and Somerset , Salisbury , and Warwick ; We thank you for all this great favour done , In entertainment to my princely Queen . Come , Come let us in , and with all speed provide ...
Pagina 19
... thank your royal Majefty . Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas ! my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the spight of man prevaileth against me O Lord have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to ...
... thank your royal Majefty . Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas ! my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the spight of man prevaileth against me O Lord have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to ...
Pagina 25
... thank God and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'ft thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , Mafter , red as blood . Glo . Why , that's well faid . gown of ? What colour is my Simp . Black , forfooth , coal - black , as jet . K ...
... thank God and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'ft thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , Mafter , red as blood . Glo . Why , that's well faid . gown of ? What colour is my Simp . Black , forfooth , coal - black , as jet . K ...
Pagina 29
... thank you , Lords : but I am not your King Till I be crown'd ; and that my fword be ftain'd With heart - blood of the houfe of Lancaster : And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd , But with advice and filent fecrecy . Do you , as I do ...
... thank you , Lords : but I am not your King Till I be crown'd ; and that my fword be ftain'd With heart - blood of the houfe of Lancaster : And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd , But with advice and filent fecrecy . Do you , as I do ...
Pagina 32
... thank you all ; drink and pray for me , I pray you ; for I think i have taken my last draught in this world . Here , Robin , if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou fhalt have my hammer , and here , Tom , take all the money ...
... thank you all ; drink and pray for me , I pray you ; for I think i have taken my last draught in this world . Here , Robin , if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou fhalt have my hammer , and here , Tom , take all the money ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1753 |
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Pagina 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 328 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 119 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pagina 193 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.