The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Volume 8 |
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Página 322
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . NOR F. We'll all affift you ; he , that flies fhall die . YORK . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; ftay by me , my lords , And , foldiers , ftay , and lodge by me this night ...
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . NOR F. We'll all affift you ; he , that flies fhall die . YORK . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; ftay by me , my lords , And , foldiers , ftay , and lodge by me this night ...
Página 325
... Sweet father , do fo ; fet it on your head . MONT . Good brother , as thou lov'ft and honour'ft arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavilling thus . RICH . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . YORK . Sons , peace , K ...
... Sweet father , do fo ; fet it on your head . MONT . Good brother , as thou lov'ft and honour'ft arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavilling thus . RICH . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . YORK . Sons , peace , K ...
Página 334
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die ; I am too mean a subject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on men , and let me live . CLIF . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy : my father's blood Hath stopt the paffage where thy words should ...
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die ; I am too mean a subject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on men , and let me live . CLIF . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy : my father's blood Hath stopt the paffage where thy words should ...
Página 340
... sweet boy , And I with tears do wash the blood away . Keep thou the napkin , and go boast of this ; And , if thou tell'ft the heavy story right , Upon my foul , the hearers will shed tears , Yea , even my foes will fhed faft - falling ...
... sweet boy , And I with tears do wash the blood away . Keep thou the napkin , and go boast of this ; And , if thou tell'ft the heavy story right , Upon my foul , the hearers will shed tears , Yea , even my foes will fhed faft - falling ...
Página 343
... Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay . Oh Clifford , boiftrous Clifford ! thou haft flain The flower of Europe for his chivalry , And treacherously haft thou vanquish'd him ; For ...
... Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay . Oh Clifford , boiftrous Clifford ! thou haft flain The flower of Europe for his chivalry , And treacherously haft thou vanquish'd him ; For ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 422 - 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 353 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, 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 hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 537 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. 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 354 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Página 448 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Página 416 - I have no brother, I am like no brother, And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Página 422 - 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...