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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... never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King Henry gives away his own , To match with her that brings no vantages . Glo . A proper jeft , and never heard before , That ...
... never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King Henry gives away his own , To match with her that brings no vantages . Glo . A proper jeft , and never heard before , That ...
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... never faw , but Humphry Duke of Glofter Did bear him like a noble gentleman . Oft have I feen the haughty Cardinal ! More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and ...
... never faw , but Humphry Duke of Glofter Did bear him like a noble gentleman . Oft have I feen the haughty Cardinal ! More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and ...
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... never more abafe our fight fo low , ' As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground . Glo . O Nell , fweet Nell , if thou doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts ; And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my ...
... never more abafe our fight fo low , ' As to vouchfafe one glance unto the ground . Glo . O Nell , fweet Nell , if thou doft love thy Lord , Banifh the canker of ambitious thoughts ; And may that thought , when I imagine Ill Against my ...
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... never traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - ftrong Warwick . War . Image of pride , why fhould I hold my peace ? Enter Horner the Armourer , and his Man Peter , guarded . Suf . Because here is a man accus'd of treason . Pray ...
... never traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - ftrong Warwick . War . Image of pride , why fhould I hold my peace ? Enter Horner the Armourer , and his Man Peter , guarded . Suf . Because here is a man accus'd of treason . Pray ...
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... never be able to fight a blow . O Lord , my heart ! - Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight , or else be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon ; and the day of Combat fhall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerset , we'll fee ...
... never be able to fight a blow . O Lord , my heart ! - Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight , or else be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon ; and the day of Combat fhall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerset , we'll fee ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., Volume 5 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1768 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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...