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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Turn , Nave , and fight . Tber . What art thou ? Mar. A bastard son of Priam's . Tber
. I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : I am a bastard begoc , bastard instructed ,
bastard in mind , baltard in valour , in every thing illegitimate . One bear will not ...
Turn , Nave , and fight . Tber . What art thou ? Mar. A bastard son of Priam's . Tber
. I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : I am a bastard begoc , bastard instructed ,
bastard in mind , baltard in valour , in every thing illegitimate . One bear will not ...
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... and to fight Against my lady's kingdom : ' Tis enough That , Britain , I have kill'd
thy mistress ; peace ! i 1 bloody cloob , ) -- the token of Imogen's death , sent by
Pijania . wrying ) -swerving , straying . * Every good servan : ) — It is the curse of
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... and to fight Against my lady's kingdom : ' Tis enough That , Britain , I have kill'd
thy mistress ; peace ! i 1 bloody cloob , ) -- the token of Imogen's death , sent by
Pijania . wrying ) -swerving , straying . * Every good servan : ) — It is the curse of
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For me , if I be gord with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's fight
Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving lord , I take my leave of you ; Of
you , my noble cousin , lord Aumerle ; Not fick , although I have to do with death ...
For me , if I be gord with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's fight
Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving lord , I take my leave of you ; Of
you , my noble cousin , lord Aumerle ; Not fick , although I have to do with death ...
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Fear , and be lain ; no worse can come , to fight : And fight and die , is death
destroying death ; Where fearing dying , pays death servile breath . Aum . My
father hath a power , enquire of him ; And learn to make a body of a limb . K. Rich
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Fear , and be lain ; no worse can come , to fight : And fight and die , is death
destroying death ; Where fearing dying , pays death servile breath . Aum . My
father hath a power , enquire of him ; And learn to make a body of a limb . K. Rich
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Hold up thy head , vile Scot , or thou art like Never to hold it up again ! the spirits
Of valiant Shirley , Stafford , Blunt , are in my arms : It is the prince of Wales , that
threatens thee ; Who never promiseth , but means to pay.[ They fight , Douglas ...
Hold up thy head , vile Scot , or thou art like Never to hold it up again ! the spirits
Of valiant Shirley , Stafford , Blunt , are in my arms : It is the prince of Wales , that
threatens thee ; Who never promiseth , but means to pay.[ They fight , Douglas ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles againſt Ajax anſwer arms bear better blood Boling breath bring brother comes couſin dead death doth England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall father fear fellow fight firſt France friends give gone grace grief hand Harry haſt hath head hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf hold honour hour I'll Italy John keep king lady land leave live look lord majeſty maſter means meet moſt muſt myſelf never night noble peace play Poins poor pray prince Queen Rich Richard ſay ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſir ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought tongue Troi Troilus true truth whoſe York young
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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.