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 8 |
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Արդյունքներ 76–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 322
... tell them what I did.- [ Throwing down the duke of Somerset's head . YORK . Richard hath best deferv'd of all my fons : Is his grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? NORF . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt , RICH . Thus do I ...
... tell them what I did.- [ Throwing down the duke of Somerset's head . YORK . Richard hath best deferv'd of all my fons : Is his grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? NORF . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt , RICH . Thus do I ...
Էջ 326
... Tell me , may not a king adopt an heir ? YORK . What then ? K. HEN . And if he may , then am I lawful king . For Richard in the view of many lords , Refign'd the crown to Henry the fourth ; Whose heir my father was , and I am his . YORK ...
... Tell me , may not a king adopt an heir ? YORK . What then ? K. HEN . And if he may , then am I lawful king . For Richard in the view of many lords , Refign'd the crown to Henry the fourth ; Whose heir my father was , and I am his . YORK ...
Էջ 327
... tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of York : And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! CLIF . In ...
... tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of York : And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! CLIF . In ...
Էջ 332
... tell him privily of our intent . You , Edward , fhall unto my lord Cobham , With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rife . In them I trust ; for they are foldiers , Wealthy and courteous , liberal , full of spirit . While you are thus ...
... tell him privily of our intent . You , Edward , fhall unto my lord Cobham , With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rife . In them I trust ; for they are foldiers , Wealthy and courteous , liberal , full of spirit . While you are thus ...
Էջ 339
... tell thee whence thou cam'ft , of whom deriv'd , Were fhame enough to shame thee , wert thou not fhame- lefs : Thy father bears the type of king of Naples , Of both the Sicils and Jerufalem , Yet not fo wealthy as an English yeoman ...
... tell thee whence thou cam'ft , of whom deriv'd , Were fhame enough to shame thee , wert thou not fhame- lefs : Thy father bears the type of king of Naples , Of both the Sicils and Jerufalem , Yet not fo wealthy as an English yeoman ...
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againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
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Էջ 422 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Էջ 353 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Էջ 537 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Էջ 354 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Էջ 448 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Էջ 416 - I have no brother, I am like no brother, And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Էջ 422 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...