The Works of Shakespeare, Volumul 4J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Pagina 26
... play fo nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , mifery makes fport to mock it felf : Since thou doft feek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter thofe that live ? Gaunt ...
... play fo nicely with their names ? Gaunt . No , mifery makes fport to mock it felf : Since thou doft feek to kill my name in me , I mock my name , great King , to flatter thee . K. Rich . Should dying men flatter thofe that live ? Gaunt ...
Pagina 44
... Play . Again , tho ' Glendower , in the very firft Year of K. Hen- ry IV , began to be troublesome , put in for the Supremacy of Wales , and imprison'd Mortimer ; yet it was not till the fuc- ceeding Year , that the King employ'd any ...
... Play . Again , tho ' Glendower , in the very firft Year of K. Hen- ry IV , began to be troublesome , put in for the Supremacy of Wales , and imprison'd Mortimer ; yet it was not till the fuc- ceeding Year , that the King employ'd any ...
Pagina 45
... Plays fondly with her tears , and fmiles in meeting ; So weeping , fmiling , greet I thee my Earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy Sovereign's foc , my gentle Earth , Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous ...
... Plays fondly with her tears , and fmiles in meeting ; So weeping , fmiling , greet I thee my Earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy Sovereign's foc , my gentle Earth , Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous ...
Pagina 45
... Play . Again , tho ' Glendower , in the very firft Year of K. Hen- ry IV , began to be troublesome , put in for the Supremacy of Wales , and imprifon'd Mortimer ; yet it was not till the fuc- ceeding Year , that the King employ'd any ...
... Play . Again , tho ' Glendower , in the very firft Year of K. Hen- ry IV , began to be troublesome , put in for the Supremacy of Wales , and imprifon'd Mortimer ; yet it was not till the fuc- ceeding Year , that the King employ'd any ...
Pagina 45
... Plays fondly with her tears , and fmiles in meeting ; So weeping , fmiling , greet I thee my Earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy Sovereign's foc , my gentle Earth , Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous ...
... Plays fondly with her tears , and fmiles in meeting ; So weeping , fmiling , greet I thee my Earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy Sovereign's foc , my gentle Earth , Nor with thy fweets comfort his rav'nous ...
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Pagina 102 - 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 295 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pagina 265 - 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 208 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Pagina 70 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 294 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 23 - 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...
Pagina 209 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 87 - 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 265 - 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.