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William Shakespeare James Boswell. Too good to be so , and too bad to live ;
Since , the more fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly
. Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor ' s name staff I thy
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. Too good to be so , and too bad to live ;
Since , the more fair and crystal is the sky , The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly
. Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor ' s name staff I thy
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I take it up ; and , by that sword I swear , Which gently lay ' d my knighthood on my
shoulder , I ' ll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly
trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light * , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight !
I take it up ; and , by that sword I swear , Which gently lay ' d my knighthood on my
shoulder , I ' ll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly
trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light * , If I be traitor , or unjustly fight !
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Myself I throw , dread sovereign , at thy foot : My life thou shalt command , but not
my shame : The one my duty owes ; but my fair name , begins with dissuading
them from the duel ; and in the very next sentence , appoints the time and place
of ...
Myself I throw , dread sovereign , at thy foot : My life thou shalt command , but not
my shame : The one my duty owes ; but my fair name , begins with dissuading
them from the duel ; and in the very next sentence , appoints the time and place
of ...
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A jewel in a ten - times - barr ' d - up chest Is - a bold spirit in a loyal breast . s –
my fair name , & c . ] That is , my name that lives on my grave , in despight of
death . ' This easy passage most of the editors seem to have mistaken . Johnson .
A jewel in a ten - times - barr ' d - up chest Is - a bold spirit in a loyal breast . s –
my fair name , & c . ] That is , my name that lives on my grave , in despight of
death . ' This easy passage most of the editors seem to have mistaken . Johnson .
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Edward ' s seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his
sacred blood , Or seven fair branches springing from one root : Some of those
seven are dried by nature ' s course , Some of those branches by the destinies
cut : But ...
Edward ' s seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his
sacred blood , Or seven fair branches springing from one root : Some of those
seven are dried by nature ' s course , Some of those branches by the destinies
cut : But ...
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ancient appears arms bear believe better blood Boling Bolingbroke called common copies cousin crown death doth duke Earl earth edition England Enter expression eyes face fair Falstaff father fear folio four Gaunt give grief hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse I'll John Johnson kind King Henry King Richard Lady land live look lord Malone March means meet mentioned Mortimer never night noble North observes old copies Oldcastle original passage peace Percy perhaps person play Poins present Prince printed quarto Queen Rich sack says scene seems sense Shakspeare Sir John soul speak speech stand Steevens suppose sweet tell term thee thing thou thought tongue true WARBURTON York
Passagens conhecidas
Página 147 - 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 102 - 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...
Página 387 - 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 206 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Página 111 - God's name, let it go : I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Página 291 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 212 - 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 Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign's!
Página 34 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Página 307 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 100 - 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 : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 16 The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | James Boswell |
| Ilustrado por | Edmond Malone |
| Editora | R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 27 Dez 2006 |
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