The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Հատոր 5H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... comes too late . Nor . Then thus f turn me from my country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . [ retiring . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with thee . Lay on our royal fword your banish'd hands ; Swear by ...
... comes too late . Nor . Then thus f turn me from my country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . [ retiring . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with thee . Lay on our royal fword your banish'd hands ; Swear by ...
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... come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counfel to his unftay'd youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor ftrive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . O , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men ...
... come ? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counfel to his unftay'd youth . York . Vex not yourself , nor ftrive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . O , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men ...
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... comes counfel to be heard , Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Dire & not him , whofe way himself will choose " ; " Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new infpir'd ; And ...
... comes counfel to be heard , Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Dire & not him , whofe way himself will choose " ; " Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks , I am a prophet new infpir'd ; And ...
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... come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport myself : - Now comes the fick hour that his furfeit made ; And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal beir ] The Queen had faid before ...
... come to make him lose at home : Here am I left to underprop his land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport myself : - Now comes the fick hour that his furfeit made ; And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal beir ] The Queen had faid before ...
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... Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! I know not what to do : -I would to God ( So my untruth & had not provok ... Come , fifter , -coufin , I would fay 9 : pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ to the fer . ] get thee home , provide ...
... Comes rushing on this woeful land at once ! I know not what to do : -I would to God ( So my untruth & had not provok ... Come , fifter , -coufin , I would fay 9 : pray , pardon me.- Go , fellow , [ to the fer . ] get thee home , provide ...
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Էջ 340 - 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...
Էջ 242 - 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.
Էջ 137 - 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.
Էջ 500 - 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!
Էջ 552 - 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...
Էջ 344 - The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Էջ 128 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Էջ 108 - 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.
Էջ 550 - 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.
Էջ 356 - 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.