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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... better far than his . WAR . But prove it , Henry , and thou shalt be king . K. HEN . Henry the fourth by conqueft got the crown . YORK . ' Twas by rebellion against his king . K. HEN . I know not what to fay , Y 3 KING HENRY VI . 325 ...
... better far than his . WAR . But prove it , Henry , and thou shalt be king . K. HEN . Henry the fourth by conqueft got the crown . YORK . ' Twas by rebellion against his king . K. HEN . I know not what to fay , Y 3 KING HENRY VI . 325 ...
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... better play the orator . MON . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter the duke of York . YORK . Why how now , fons and brother , at a strife ? What is your quarre !? how began it first ? 330 THE THIRD PART OF.
... better play the orator . MON . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter the duke of York . YORK . Why how now , fons and brother , at a strife ? What is your quarre !? how began it first ? 330 THE THIRD PART OF.
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... bear Upon my target three fair fhining funs . RICH . Nay , bear three daughters . I fpeak it , You love the breeder better than the male . By your leave , Enter a Meffenger . But what art thou , whose 342 THE THIRD PART OF.
... bear Upon my target three fair fhining funs . RICH . Nay , bear three daughters . I fpeak it , You love the breeder better than the male . By your leave , Enter a Meffenger . But what art thou , whose 342 THE THIRD PART OF.
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... better service than your hands . WAR . Then ' twas my turn to fly , and now ' tis thine . CLIF . You faid fo much before , and yet you fled . WAR . ' Twas not your valour , Clifford , drove me thence . NORTH . No , nor your manhood ...
... better service than your hands . WAR . Then ' twas my turn to fly , and now ' tis thine . CLIF . You faid fo much before , and yet you fled . WAR . ' Twas not your valour , Clifford , drove me thence . NORTH . No , nor your manhood ...
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... better , then another best , Both tugging to be victors , breaft to breast , Yet neither conqueror , nor conquered , So is the equal poize of this fell war . Here on this mole - hill will I fit me down . To whom God will , there be the ...
... better , then another best , Both tugging to be victors , breaft to breast , Yet neither conqueror , nor conquered , So is the equal poize of this fell war . Here on this mole - hill will I fit me down . To whom God will , there be the ...
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...