The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volumul 4 |
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Pagina 14
... Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's hand , And bow my knee before his Majefty : For Mowbray and myself are ... lord , I take my leave of you , Of you , my noble Coufin , lord Aumerle . Not Not fick , although I have to do with ...
... Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's hand , And bow my knee before his Majefty : For Mowbray and myself are ... lord , I take my leave of you , Of you , my noble Coufin , lord Aumerle . Not Not fick , although I have to do with ...
Pagina 44
... lord , t'have learn'd his health of you . gungh dolu v'cold North . Why , is he not with the Queen ? Percy . No , my good lord , he hath forfook the Court , Broken his ftaff of office , and difpers'd The Houfhold of the King . North ...
... lord , t'have learn'd his health of you . gungh dolu v'cold North . Why , is he not with the Queen ? Percy . No , my good lord , he hath forfook the Court , Broken his ftaff of office , and difpers'd The Houfhold of the King . North ...
Pagina 45
... lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my meffage is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And am come to I feek that Name in England , And I must find that Title in your tongue , Before I make ...
... lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my meffage is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And am come to I feek that Name in England , And I must find that Title in your tongue , Before I make ...
Pagina 51
... Lords , farewel . Green . My comfort is , that heav'n will take our fouls , And plague injuftice with the pains of hell . Boling . My lord Northumberland , fee them dispatch'd . Uncle , you fay the Queen is at your house ; For heav'n's ...
... Lords , farewel . Green . My comfort is , that heav'n will take our fouls , And plague injuftice with the pains of hell . Boling . My lord Northumberland , fee them dispatch'd . Uncle , you fay the Queen is at your house ; For heav'n's ...
Pagina 53
... lords ; This Earth fhall have a Feeling , and these stones Prove armed foldiers , ere her native King Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms . Bifbop . Fear not , my Lord ; that Pow'r , that made you King , Hath pow'r to keep you King ...
... lords ; This Earth fhall have a Feeling , and these stones Prove armed foldiers , ere her native King Shall faulter under foul rebellious arms . Bifbop . Fear not , my Lord ; that Pow'r , that made you King , Hath pow'r to keep you King ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and ..., Volumul 4 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1765 |
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Pagina 134 - 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 287 - 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 111 - 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 28 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, 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 299 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Pagina 215 - 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 468 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
Pagina 406 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pagina 407 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Pagina 28 - 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...