The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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Pàgina 193
... crown upon my pillow here . ] It is ftill the custom in France to place the crown on the King's pillow , when he is dying . Holinfhed , p . 541 , fpeaking of the death of King Henry IV . fays : " During this his laft fickneffe , he ...
... crown upon my pillow here . ] It is ftill the custom in France to place the crown on the King's pillow , when he is dying . Holinfhed , p . 541 , fpeaking of the death of King Henry IV . fays : " During this his laft fickneffe , he ...
Pàgina 194
... crown lie there upon his pillow , Being fo troublesome a bedfellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'ft the ports of flumber " open wide To many a watchful night ! -sleep with it now ! Yet not fo found , and half fo ...
... crown lie there upon his pillow , Being fo troublesome a bedfellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'ft the ports of flumber " open wide To many a watchful night ! -sleep with it now ! Yet not fo found , and half fo ...
Pàgina 195
... crown ; Which , as immediate from thy place and blood , Derives itself to me . Lo , here it fits , - [ Putting it on his head . Which heaven fhall guard : And put the world's whole ftrength Into one giant arm , it fhall not force This ...
... crown ; Which , as immediate from thy place and blood , Derives itself to me . Lo , here it fits , - [ Putting it on his head . Which heaven fhall guard : And put the world's whole ftrength Into one giant arm , it fhall not force This ...
Pàgina 196
... crown ? who took it from my pillow ? WAR . When we withdrew , my liege , we left it here . K. HEN . The prince hath ta'en it hence : -go , feek him out . Is he fo hafty , that he doth fuppofe My fleep my death ? Find him , my lord of ...
... crown ? who took it from my pillow ? WAR . When we withdrew , my liege , we left it here . K. HEN . The prince hath ta'en it hence : -go , feek him out . Is he fo hafty , that he doth fuppofe My fleep my death ? Find him , my lord of ...
Pàgina 197
... crown ? 2 tolling from every flower- ] This fpeech has been con- tracted , dilated , and put to every critical torture , in order to force it within the bounds of metre , and prevent the admiffion of he- miftichs . I have reftored it ...
... crown ? 2 tolling from every flower- ] This fpeech has been con- tracted , dilated , and put to every critical torture , in order to force it within the bounds of metre , and prevent the admiffion of he- miftichs . I have reftored it ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1793 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 118 - 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.
Pàgina 245 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pàgina 136 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind; — an't be my destiny, so ; an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.
Pàgina 273 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 352 - 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Pàgina 110 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Pàgina 293 - 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 111 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Pàgina 432 - 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, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...