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 3
... Death of King John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life , and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . Hall ...
... Death of King John , yet the action of it begins at the thirty - fourth year of his life , and takes in only some transactions of his reign to the time of his demise , being an interval of about seventeen years . THEOBALD . Hall ...
Pagina 9
... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this , my mother's son , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my ...
... death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , That this , my mother's son , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world Full fourteen weeks before the course of time . Then , good my ...
Pagina 11
... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
... death . Eli . Nay , I would have you go before me thither . Bast . Our country manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son ...
Pagina 16
... him welcome hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Cœur - de - lion's death , • At our importance - ) At our importunity . The rather , that you give his offspring life , 16 KING JOHN . He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, ...
... him welcome hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Cœur - de - lion's death , • At our importance - ) At our importunity . The rather , that you give his offspring life , 16 KING JOHN . He, that perforce robs lions of their hearts, ...
Pagina 30
... death ! K. John . Whose party do the townsmen yet ad- mit ? K. Phi . Speak , citizens , for England ; who's your king ? 1 Cit . The king of England , when we know the king . K. Phi . Know him in us , that here hold up his right . K ...
... death ! K. John . Whose party do the townsmen yet ad- mit ? K. Phi . Speak , citizens , for England ; who's your king ? 1 Cit . The king of England , when we know the king . K. Phi . Know him in us , that here hold up his right . K ...
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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