“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volumul 8Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1806 |
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Pagina 37
... Pardon me , Madam , I may not go without you to the Kings . Const . Thou may'st , thou shalt . I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; For grief is proud , and makes his owner stout . To me , and to the state ...
... Pardon me , Madam , I may not go without you to the Kings . Const . Thou may'st , thou shalt . I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; For grief is proud , and makes his owner stout . To me , and to the state ...
Pagina 41
... pardon of a man , Who , in that sale , sells pardon from himself : Though you , and all the rest , so grossly led , This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish ; Yet I , alone , alone do me oppose Against the Pope , and count his ...
... pardon of a man , Who , in that sale , sells pardon from himself : Though you , and all the rest , so grossly led , This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish ; Yet I , alone , alone do me oppose Against the Pope , and count his ...
Pagina 84
... pardon me , I will not back ; I am too high - born to be propertied , To be a secondary at control , Or useful serving - man , and instrument , To any sovereign state throughout the world . Your breath first kindled the dead coal of ...
... pardon me , I will not back ; I am too high - born to be propertied , To be a secondary at control , Or useful serving - man , and instrument , To any sovereign state throughout the world . Your breath first kindled the dead coal of ...
Pagina 93
... pardon me , That any accent , breaking from thy tongue , Should ' scape the true acquaintance of mine ear . Bast . Come , come ; sans compliment , what news abroad ? Hub . Why , here walk I , in the black brow of To find you out . night ...
... pardon me , That any accent , breaking from thy tongue , Should ' scape the true acquaintance of mine ear . Bast . Come , come ; sans compliment , what news abroad ? Hub . Why , here walk I , in the black brow of To find you out . night ...
Pagina 94
... pardon'd them , And they are all about his Majesty . Bast . Withhold thine indignation , mighty heaven , And tempt us not to bear above our power ! - I'll tell thee , Hubert , half my power this night , Passing these flats , are taken ...
... pardon'd them , And they are all about his Majesty . Bast . Withhold thine indignation , mighty heaven , And tempt us not to bear above our power ! - I'll tell thee , Hubert , half my power this night , Passing these flats , are taken ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the ..., Volumul 8 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1798 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aumerle Austria Bagot banish'd Bast Bastard Bishop of Carlisle Blanch blood Boling Bolingbroke breath Bushy called castle Const Constance cousin crown Dauphin death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Austria Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Earl earth England Enter King Exeunt eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear France Gaunt give grief hand hath heart heaven Henry Hereford Holinshed honour Hubert James Gurney John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John King Richard Lady land Liege live Lord Majesty MALONE MASON means mother night noble Norfolk Northumberland oath old copy Pand Pandulph pardon passage peace Pemb Percy Philip Pope Prince Queen Rich RITSON royal Salisbury scene Shakspeare shame Sir Robert sorrow soul speak STEEVENS sweet tears thee THEOBALD thine Thomas Arundell thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle WARBURTON word York
Pasaje populare
Pagina 258 - 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 127 - 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 55 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 156 - And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pagina 64 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 164 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Pagina 61 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 188 - Richard ; no man cried, 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, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 153 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.