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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... thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to my will ; Or if you will , to speak more properly , I will enforce it easily to my love . Farther I will not flatter you , my lord , That all I see in you is ...
... thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to my will ; Or if you will , to speak more properly , I will enforce it easily to my love . Farther I will not flatter you , my lord , That all I see in you is ...
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... thing to lose But the word maid , that ; - cheats the poor maid of That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of it self is peized well , Made to run even upon even ground ...
... thing to lose But the word maid , that ; - cheats the poor maid of That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commodity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; The world , who of it self is peized well , Made to run even upon even ground ...
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... things begun come to ill end ; Yea , faith itself to hollow falsehood change ! K. Phi . By Heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day . Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Const . You have beguil ...
... things begun come to ill end ; Yea , faith itself to hollow falsehood change ! K. Phi . By Heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day . Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Const . You have beguil ...
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... thing thou swear'st , And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth Against an oath : the truth , thou art unsure To swear , swears only not to be forsworn ; Else , what a mockery should it be to swear ? But thou dost swear only to be ...
... thing thou swear'st , And mak'st an oath the surety for thy truth Against an oath : the truth , thou art unsure To swear , swears only not to be forsworn ; Else , what a mockery should it be to swear ? But thou dost swear only to be ...
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... thing to say , But I will fit it with some better time . By Heaven , Hubert , I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your Majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say ...
... thing to say , But I will fit it with some better time . By Heaven , Hubert , I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your Majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say ...
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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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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bastard Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Collier's folio cousin crown death doth Duke Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father Faulconbridge fear folio misprints France friends Gaunt give Grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady liege look lord Love's Labour's Lost Majesty Master Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies omits Pandulph passage peace Percy Pist play Pointz pr'ythee Prince quarto of 1598 Queen Rich royal sack SCENE Shakespeare Shal shew Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak speech Steevens sweet tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue villain Westmoreland wilt Winter's Tale word York
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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...