The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Հատոր 6 |
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Էջ 294
... - Lo , as at English feafts , fo I regreet The daintieft laft , to make the end most sweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ To Gaunt . Whose youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with 294 KING RICHARD II.
... - Lo , as at English feafts , fo I regreet The daintieft laft , to make the end most sweet : Oh thou ! the earthly author of my blood , [ To Gaunt . Whose youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with 294 KING RICHARD II.
Էջ 297
... sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And harsh refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace , And ...
... sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And harsh refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace , And ...
Էջ 305
... sweets , is sweetest last ; Writ in remembrance , more than things long past . Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear , My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear . YORK . His ear is stopt with other flatt'ring chaims , As ...
... sweets , is sweetest last ; Writ in remembrance , more than things long past . Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear , My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear . YORK . His ear is stopt with other flatt'ring chaims , As ...
Էջ 315
... sweet a guest As my fweet Richard . Yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in fortunes ' womb , Is coming tow'rd me ; and my inward foul W th nothing trembles , at fomething it grieves , More than with parting from my lord the ...
... sweet a guest As my fweet Richard . Yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in fortunes ' womb , Is coming tow'rd me ; and my inward foul W th nothing trembles , at fomething it grieves , More than with parting from my lord the ...
Էջ 332
... Sweet love , I fee , changing his property , Turns to the fow'rest and most deadly hate . Again uncurfe their fouls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands ; thofe , whom you curse , Have felt the worst of death's ...
... Sweet love , I fee , changing his property , Turns to the fow'rest and most deadly hate . Again uncurfe their fouls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands ; thofe , whom you curse , Have felt the worst of death's ...
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againſt anſwer Aumerle BARD Bardolph baſe blood Bolingbroke cauſe coufin death doft doth Dowglas duke Enter Exeunt fack faid Falſtaff fame father fatirical fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grace grief Harry hath heart heav'n Henry Henry IV himſelf honour horfe horſe houſe Ibid itſelf John of Gaunt juftice King Richard Lancaſter lord lord of Westmorland mafter majeſty Mortimer moſt muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland paffage peace Percy Peto PIST pleaſe POINS pow'r prefent prince prince of Wales purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE Shakeſpeare SHAL ſhall ſhould Sir Dagonet ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſuch tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſed WARB whofe Whoſe word YORK
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Էջ 529 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Էջ 302 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Էջ 418 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Էջ 390 - 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 took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Էջ 527 - 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.
Էջ 306 - 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...
Էջ 390 - 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 462 - 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
Էջ 329 - 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 at his pomp...
Էջ 305 - York Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. Gaunt O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.