The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 5C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... fight . Q. Mar. Ay , good my Lord ; for purposely therefore Left I the court , to fee this quarrel try'd . K. Henry . A ' God's name fee the lifts and all things fit , Here let them end it , and God guard the right . York . I never saw ...
... fight . Q. Mar. Ay , good my Lord ; for purposely therefore Left I the court , to fee this quarrel try'd . K. Henry . A ' God's name fee the lifts and all things fit , Here let them end it , and God guard the right . York . I never saw ...
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... fight for the credit of the prentices . Peter . I thank you all ; drink , and for me , I pray pray you ; for , I think , I have taken my laft draught in this world . Here , Robin : if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou ...
... fight for the credit of the prentices . Peter . I thank you all ; drink , and for me , I pray pray you ; for , I think , I have taken my laft draught in this world . Here , Robin : if I die , I give thee my apron ; and , Will , thou ...
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... fight ! Upon thy eye - balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majefty to fright the world . Look not upon me , for thine eyes are wounding ! Yet do not go away ; come , bafilifk , And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight : For in the ...
... fight ! Upon thy eye - balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majefty to fright the world . Look not upon me , for thine eyes are wounding ! Yet do not go away ; come , bafilifk , And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight : For in the ...
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... fight of thy land's view , I took a coftly jewel from my neck , ( A heart it was , bound in with diamonds ) And threw it tow'rds thy land ; the sea receiv'd it , And fo I wifh'd thy body might my heart . And ev'n with this I loft fair ...
... fight of thy land's view , I took a coftly jewel from my neck , ( A heart it was , bound in with diamonds ) And threw it tow'rds thy land ; the sea receiv'd it , And fo I wifh'd thy body might my heart . And ev'n with this I loft fair ...
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... fight to die , what were it else , But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap ? Here could I breathe my foul into the air , As mild and gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould ...
... fight to die , what were it else , But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap ? Here could I breathe my foul into the air , As mild and gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Humphry huſband Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft live Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
Passagens conhecidas
Página 359 - 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 329 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Página 190 - 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 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 129 - 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 359 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 362 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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...
Página 359 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 361 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.