The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 5 |
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... Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . Young Stafford , bis Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford . Edward Plantagenet , Richard Plantagenet , Sons to the ...
... Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . Young Stafford , bis Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford . Edward Plantagenet , Richard Plantagenet , Sons to the ...
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... Say , man ; were thefe thy words ? Arm . An't fhall pleafe your Majefty , I never faid nor thought any fuch matter . God is my witnefs , I am falfly accus'd by the villain . Peter . By thefe ten bones , my Lord , [ holding up his hands ] ...
... Say , man ; were thefe thy words ? Arm . An't fhall pleafe your Majefty , I never faid nor thought any fuch matter . God is my witnefs , I am falfly accus'd by the villain . Peter . By thefe ten bones , my Lord , [ holding up his hands ] ...
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... of this language , Milton says , The Sun to me is dark And filent as the Moon , When fhe deferts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar Cave . WARBURTON . C 4 Than Than where Caftles mounted stand . Have done , for KING HENRY VI . 23.
... of this language , Milton says , The Sun to me is dark And filent as the Moon , When fhe deferts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar Cave . WARBURTON . C 4 Than Than where Caftles mounted stand . Have done , for KING HENRY VI . 23.
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... say what they were if there is a per- fect fense without them . I read , but fomewhat at random , A Churchman , with fuch boli- nefs can you do it ? The tranfcriber faw churchman just above , and therefore omitted it in the fecond line ...
... say what they were if there is a per- fect fense without them . I read , but fomewhat at random , A Churchman , with fuch boli- nefs can you do it ? The tranfcriber faw churchman just above , and therefore omitted it in the fecond line ...
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... Say'st thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , mafter , red as blood . Glo . Why , that's well faid : what colour is my gown of ? Simp . Black , forfooth , coal - black , as jet . K. Henry . Why then thou know'st what ...
... Say'st thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , mafter , red as blood . Glo . Why , that's well faid : what colour is my gown of ? Simp . Black , forfooth , coal - black , as jet . K. Henry . Why then thou know'st what ...
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againſt Anne bear Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid falfe father fear feems fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry King's lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand unto WARBURTON Warwick whofe wife words
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Página 241 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 461 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Página 450 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 228 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 351 - It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Página 174 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 156 - To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the...
Página 450 - And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth...
Página 454 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 453 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...