The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 5F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pagina 10
... arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look , where three - farthings goes ! And , to his shape , were heir to all this land , 1 ' Would I might never stir ...
... arms such eel - skins stuff'd ; my face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , Look , where three - farthings goes ! And , to his shape , were heir to all this land , 1 ' Would I might never stir ...
Pagina 17
... arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . Aust . The peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just ...
... arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . Aust . The peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just ...
Pagina 18
... arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have staid , have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient to this town , His forces strong , his soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother ...
... arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have staid , have given him time To land his legions all as soon as I : His marches are expedient to this town , His forces strong , his soldiers confident . With him along is come the mother ...
Pagina 22
... arms ? K. John . My life as soon : -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And , out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to ...
... arms ? K. John . My life as soon : -I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And , out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to ...
Pagina 25
... arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspéct , have all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And , with a blessed and unvex'd retire , With. • Forwearied- ] i . e ...
... arms , like to a muzzled bear , Save in aspéct , have all offence seal'd up ; Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against the invulnerable clouds of heaven ; And , with a blessed and unvex'd retire , With. • Forwearied- ] i . e ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 387 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Pagina 228 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while 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, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Pagina 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Pagina 230 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and...
Pagina 63 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
Pagina 102 - 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 315 - 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 63 - 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?
Pagina 195 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 315 - 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o