The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my most loving liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my most loving liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
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... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ftrength ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ftrength ...
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... Boling . Look , what I faid , my life shall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thoufand nobles , ' In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor ...
... Boling . Look , what I faid , my life shall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thoufand nobles , ' In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor ...
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... Boling . Oh , heaven defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar face impeach my height Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Oh , heaven defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar face impeach my height Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
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... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee heaven ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace ...
... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee heaven ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace ...
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The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1786 |
The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph ... William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1787 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas cauſe Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fair falfe Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear fhall fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins praiſe prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe Ther theſe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe whoſe yourſelf
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Página 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis 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.
Página 417 - 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...
Página 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 558 - 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 in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.