The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volum 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Pàgina 25
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou baftardly Rogue . Murder , murder : 0 thou Hony - fuckle Villain , wilt thou kill God's Officers and the King's ? O thou hony - feed Rogue , thou art a Hony - feed , a Man - queller , and a Woman - queller ...
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou baftardly Rogue . Murder , murder : 0 thou Hony - fuckle Villain , wilt thou kill God's Officers and the King's ? O thou hony - feed Rogue , thou art a Hony - feed , a Man - queller , and a Woman - queller ...
Pàgina 40
... wilt thou leave fighting on Days , and foyning on Nights , and begin to patch up thine old Body for Heaven ? Enter Prince Henry and Poins difguis'd . Fal . Peace , good Dol , do not fpeak like a Deaths - head : Do not bid me remember ...
... wilt thou leave fighting on Days , and foyning on Nights , and begin to patch up thine old Body for Heaven ? Enter Prince Henry and Poins difguis'd . Fal . Peace , good Dol , do not fpeak like a Deaths - head : Do not bid me remember ...
Pàgina 41
... wilt thou have a Kirtle of ? I fhall re- ceive Mony on Thursday : Thou shalt have a Cap to mor- row : A merry Song , come : It grows late , we will to Bed . Thou wilt forget me when I am gone . Dol . Thou wilt fet me a weeping if thou ...
... wilt thou have a Kirtle of ? I fhall re- ceive Mony on Thursday : Thou shalt have a Cap to mor- row : A merry Song , come : It grows late , we will to Bed . Thou wilt forget me when I am gone . Dol . Thou wilt fet me a weeping if thou ...
Pàgina 43
... wilt howl . Hoft . All Victuallers do fo : What is a Joynt of Mutton or two in a whole Lent ? P. Henry . You , Gentlewoman . Dol . What fays your Grace ? Fal . His Grace fays that , which his flefh rebels against . Hoft . Who knocks fo ...
... wilt howl . Hoft . All Victuallers do fo : What is a Joynt of Mutton or two in a whole Lent ? P. Henry . You , Gentlewoman . Dol . What fays your Grace ? Fal . His Grace fays that , which his flefh rebels against . Hoft . Who knocks fo ...
Pàgina 44
... wilt weigh my Eye - lids down , And fteep my Senfes in Forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , lyeft thou in fmoaky Cribs , Upon uneafie Pallads ftretching thee , And hufht with buzzing Night Flies to thy flumber , Than in the perfum'd ...
... wilt weigh my Eye - lids down , And fteep my Senfes in Forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , lyeft thou in fmoaky Cribs , Upon uneafie Pallads ftretching thee , And hufht with buzzing Night Flies to thy flumber , Than in the perfum'd ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visualització completa - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1709 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 103 - 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 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pàgina 151 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pàgina 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pàgina 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Pàgina 367 - 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...
Pàgina 367 - 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...
Pàgina 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pàgina 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show 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 so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pàgina 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.