The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... crown ! K. Kich . We thank you both : yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the cause you come ; Namely , to appeal each other of high treason.- Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas ...
... crown ! K. Kich . We thank you both : yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the cause you come ; Namely , to appeal each other of high treason.- Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas ...
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... crown , Whose compass is no bigger than thy head ; And yet , incaged in so small a verge , The waste is no whit lesser than thy land . O , had thy grandsire , with a prophet's eye , Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons , From ...
... crown , Whose compass is no bigger than thy head ; And yet , incaged in so small a verge , The waste is no whit lesser than thy land . O , had thy grandsire , with a prophet's eye , Seen how his son's son should destroy his sons , From ...
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... thought . " Turberville has a whole chapter on The Way and Manner howe to ympe a Hawke's Feather , how - soever it be broken or broosed . Steevens . Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown , Wipe off 52 KING RICHARD II .
... thought . " Turberville has a whole chapter on The Way and Manner howe to ympe a Hawke's Feather , how - soever it be broken or broosed . Steevens . Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown , Wipe off 52 KING RICHARD II .
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... crown , Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter's gilt , 5 And make high majesty look like itself , Away , with me , in post to Ravenspurg : But if you faint , as fearing to do so , Stay , and be secret , and myself will go . Ross . To ...
... crown , Wipe off the dust that hides our scepter's gilt , 5 And make high majesty look like itself , Away , with me , in post to Ravenspurg : But if you faint , as fearing to do so , Stay , and be secret , and myself will go . Ross . To ...
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... crown , an event , of which she could at that time have had no idea . She had said before , that " some unborn sorrow , ripe in fortune's womb , was coming towards her . " She talks after- wards of her unknown griefs " being begotten ...
... crown , an event , of which she could at that time have had no idea . She had said before , that " some unborn sorrow , ripe in fortune's womb , was coming towards her . " She talks after- wards of her unknown griefs " being begotten ...
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ancient arms Aumerle Bagot banish Bardolph Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke Bushy called castle cousin crown death dost doth Douglas Duch duke Earl earl of Fife earth Enter Exeunt eyes face fair Falstaff farewel father fear folio Gadshill Gaunt Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry VI Hereford Holinshed honour horse Hotspur Johnson King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady Lancaster land lord majesty Malone Mason means Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy play Poins Pope prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich Ritson royal sack says scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir John Oldcastle soul speak speech Steevens suppose sweet tell thee Theobald thou art thou hast thought tongue true uncle villain Warburton Welsh hook word York
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Página 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
Página 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Página 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 315 - 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 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Página 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Página 80 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Página 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Página 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Página 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.