The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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Pàgina 17
... whose wrong gives edge unto the fword . That makes fuch wafte in brief mortality ' . 2 Under this conjuration , fpeak , my lord ; For we will hear , note , and believe in heart , That what you fpeak is in your confcience wafh'd As pure ...
... whose wrong gives edge unto the fword . That makes fuch wafte in brief mortality ' . 2 Under this conjuration , fpeak , my lord ; For we will hear , note , and believe in heart , That what you fpeak is in your confcience wafh'd As pure ...
Pàgina 21
... Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England , And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege3 , With blood , and fword , and fire , to win your right : Imbare is , I believe , the ...
... Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England , And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege3 , With blood , and fword , and fire , to win your right : Imbare is , I believe , the ...
Pàgina 32
... whose name , Tell you the Dauphin , I am coming on , To venge me as I may , and to put forth My rightful hand in a well - hallow'd caufe . So , get you hence in peace ; and tell the Dauphin , His jeft will favour but of fhallow wit ...
... whose name , Tell you the Dauphin , I am coming on , To venge me as I may , and to put forth My rightful hand in a well - hallow'd caufe . So , get you hence in peace ; and tell the Dauphin , His jeft will favour but of fhallow wit ...
Pàgina 74
... Whose limbs were made in England , fhew us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; For there is none of you fo mean and bafe , That hath not noble luftre in your eyes ...
... Whose limbs were made in England , fhew us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; For there is none of you fo mean and bafe , That hath not noble luftre in your eyes ...
Pàgina 121
... Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing ! What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect , That private men enjoy ? and what have kings , That privates have not too , fave ceremony ? Save general ceremony ? And what art thou ...
... Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing ! What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect , That private men enjoy ? and what have kings , That privates have not too , fave ceremony ? Save general ceremony ? And what art thou ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visualització completa - 1765 |
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Afide againſt Alarum anſwer art thou becauſe blood brother Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter king Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid fame father fcene feems fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fight firſt flain foldiers folio fome foul fovereign fpeak fpeech France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glofter grace Harfleur hath heart himſelf Holinfhed honour houſe Jack Cade JOHNSON king Henry lord lord protector mafter majefty MALONE moft muft muſt myſelf night paffage Pift play pleaſe prefent prifoner prince Pucel quarto quarto reads queen reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saliſbury SCENE Shakspeare ſhall Somerfet ſpeak ſtand STEEVENS Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand ufed unto uſed WARBURTON Warwick whofe word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 26 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Pàgina 489 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? 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...
Pàgina 512 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pàgina 129 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pàgina 571 - 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.
Pàgina 5 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Pàgina 107 - From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Pàgina 26 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...