Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volum 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Pàgina 87
... brother's , My brother might not claim him ; nor your father , Being none of his , refuse him : -This concludes , — My mother's fon did get your father's heir ; Your father's heir must have your father's land . ROB . Shall then my ...
... brother's , My brother might not claim him ; nor your father , Being none of his , refuse him : -This concludes , — My mother's fon did get your father's heir ; Your father's heir must have your father's land . ROB . Shall then my ...
Pàgina 88
... Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pounds a - year ; Yet fell your face for fivepence , and ' tis dear.— Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . ELI . Nay , I would have you go before me ...
... Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pounds a - year ; Yet fell your face for fivepence , and ' tis dear.— Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . ELI . Nay , I would have you go before me ...
Pàgina 89
... Brother , adieu ; good fortune come to thee ! For thou waft got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the BASTARD . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady ...
... Brother , adieu ; good fortune come to thee ! For thou waft got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the BASTARD . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady ...
Pàgina 90
... brother ? where is he ? That holds in chase mine honour up and down ? BAST . My brother Robert ? old fir Robert's fon ? Colbrand the giant , that fame mighty man ? Is it fir Robert's fon , that you feek fo ? LADY F. Sir Robert's fon ...
... brother ? where is he ? That holds in chase mine honour up and down ? BAST . My brother Robert ? old fir Robert's fon ? Colbrand the giant , that fame mighty man ? Is it fir Robert's fon , that you feek fo ? LADY F. Sir Robert's fon ...
Pàgina 91
... brother too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this fcorn , thou most untoward knave ? BAST . Knight , knight , good mother , -Bafilifco - like : What ! I am dubb'd ; I have it on my fhoulder . But ...
... brother too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this fcorn , thou most untoward knave ? BAST . Knight , knight , good mother , -Bafilifco - like : What ! I am dubb'd ; I have it on my fhoulder . But ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volum 3 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1797 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt anſwer arms art thou Banquo BARD Bardolph BAST beſt blood BOLING Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown death defire doft doth duke England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid Falſtaff fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhow fight fince fir John firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword GAUNT give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour horſe houſe itſelf LADY Lancaſter liege look lord MACB Macbeth MACD mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy PIST pleaſe POINS pray preſent prince purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE ſee SHAL ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe whofe Whoſe WITCH yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 29 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pàgina 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Pàgina 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Pàgina 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 50 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Pàgina 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pàgina 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Pàgina 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pàgina 19 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.