The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... tongue speaks , my right - drawn sword may 5 prove . Nor . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : right - drawn — ] Drawn in a right or just cause . Johnson . ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , 10 KING RICHARD II .
... tongue speaks , my right - drawn sword may 5 prove . Nor . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : right - drawn — ] Drawn in a right or just cause . Johnson . ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , 10 KING RICHARD II .
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... tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness ...
... tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness ...
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... tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear ; And spit it bleeding , in his high disgrace , Where shame doth harbour , even in Mowbray's ...
... tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear ; And spit it bleeding , in his high disgrace , Where shame doth harbour , even in Mowbray's ...
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... tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . - The fly - slow hours ] The old copies read ...
... tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . - The fly - slow hours ] The old copies read ...
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... tongue , Doubly portcullis'd , with my teeth , and lips ; And dull , unfeeling , barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me . I am too old to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now ; What is thy sentence then ...
... tongue , Doubly portcullis'd , with my teeth , and lips ; And dull , unfeeling , barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me . I am too old to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now ; What is thy sentence then ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient arms Aumerle Bagot banish Bardolph Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke Bushy called cousin crown death dost doth Douglas Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl earth Enter Exeunt eyes 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 Jack Johnson King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady lord majesty Malone Mason means Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Peto 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 Thomas thou art thou hast 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 313 - 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.