The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Հատոր 4 |
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Արդյունքներ 98–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is my fault ; as for the reft appeal'd , It iffues from the rancor of a villain , A recreant and moft degen'rate traitor ; Which in my felf I boldly will defend , 3 My Scepter's awe ...
... Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is my fault ; as for the reft appeal'd , It iffues from the rancor of a villain , A recreant and moft degen'rate traitor ; Which in my felf I boldly will defend , 3 My Scepter's awe ...
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... grace of God , and this mine arm , To prove him , in defending of my self , A traitor to my God , my King , and me ; And , as I truly fight , defend me heav'n ! The trumpets found . Enter Bolingbroke , Appellant , in armour . K. Rich ...
... grace of God , and this mine arm , To prove him , in defending of my self , A traitor to my God , my King , and me ; And , as I truly fight , defend me heav'n ! The trumpets found . Enter Bolingbroke , Appellant , in armour . K. Rich ...
Էջ 14
... grace and my body's valour , In Lifts , on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor foul and dangerous , To God of heav'n , King Richard , and to me ; And , as I truly fight , defend me heav'n ! Mar. On pain of death , no ...
... grace and my body's valour , In Lifts , on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolk , That he's a traitor foul and dangerous , To God of heav'n , King Richard , and to me ; And , as I truly fight , defend me heav'n ! Mar. On pain of death , no ...
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... grace our hollow Parting with a tear . K. Rich . What faid your coufin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewel . And , for my heart difdained that my tongue Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion ...
... grace our hollow Parting with a tear . K. Rich . What faid your coufin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewel . And , for my heart difdained that my tongue Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion ...
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... Grace in perfon . Noble Uncle ! [ Kneels . York . Shew me thy humble heart , and not thy knee , Whofe duty is deceivable and falfe . Boling . My gracious uncle ! York . Tut , tut ! Grace me no Grace , nor Uncle me no Uncle :: I am no ...
... Grace in perfon . Noble Uncle ! [ Kneels . York . Shew me thy humble heart , and not thy knee , Whofe duty is deceivable and falfe . Boling . My gracious uncle ! York . Tut , tut ! Grace me no Grace , nor Uncle me no Uncle :: I am no ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1765 |
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Էջ 134 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd 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...
Էջ 125 - 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...
Էջ 215 - 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 290 - 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.
Էջ 447 - 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 405 - 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 288 - 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 58 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit. As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Էջ 320 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Էջ 99 - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.