The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 6Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard . So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And sullen ...
... Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace . Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard . So , hence ! Be thou the trumpet of our wrath And sullen ...
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... bear him ; And if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd this ...
... bear him ; And if she did play false , the fault was hers ; Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother , Who , as you say , took pains to get this son , Had of your father claim'd this ...
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... bear his name whose form thou bearest : Kneel thou down Philip , but [ a ] rise more great ; Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother , by th ' mother's side , give me your hand : My father gave me honour , yours gave land ...
... bear his name whose form thou bearest : Kneel thou down Philip , but [ a ] rise more great ; Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother , by th ' mother's side , give me your hand : My father gave me honour , yours gave land ...
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... bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose , Subjected tribute to commanding love , Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not ...
... bear their privilege on earth , And so doth yours ; your fault was not your folly : Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose , Subjected tribute to commanding love , Against whose fury and unmatched force The aweless lion could not ...
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... bear , Save in aspect , have all offence seal'd up : Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against th ' invulnerable clouds of Heaven ; And with a blessed and unvex'd retire , With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruis'd , We will ...
... bear , Save in aspect , have all offence seal'd up : Our cannons ' malice vainly shall be spent Against th ' invulnerable clouds of Heaven ; And with a blessed and unvex'd retire , With unhack'd swords and helmets all unbruis'd , We will ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1883 |
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Página 467 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 380 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Página 467 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 370 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it 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 199 - 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 ? Car.
Página 166 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Página 198 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let'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 293 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 65 - 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.
Página 467 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...