The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Том 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... shall make good upon this earth , Or my divine foul anfwer it in heav'n . Thou art a traitor and a mifcreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since , the more fair and crystal is the Sky , The The uglier seem the Clouds ...
... shall make good upon this earth , Or my divine foul anfwer it in heav'n . Thou art a traitor and a mifcreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since , the more fair and crystal is the Sky , The The uglier seem the Clouds ...
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... Shall I feem creft - fall'n in my father's fight , • Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd Daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my Honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall ...
... Shall I feem creft - fall'n in my father's fight , • Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd Daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my Honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall ...
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... shall good old York see there But empty lodgings , and unfurnish'd walls , Un - peopled offices , untrodden ftones ? And what hear there for welcome , but my groans ? Therefore commend me , -let him not come there To seek out forrow ...
... shall good old York see there But empty lodgings , and unfurnish'd walls , Un - peopled offices , untrodden ftones ? And what hear there for welcome , but my groans ? Therefore commend me , -let him not come there To seek out forrow ...
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... Shall not regreet our fair Dominions , But tread the stranger paths of Banishment . Boling . Your will be done : this must my comfort be , That Sun , that warms you here , fhall fhine on me : And those his golden beams , to you here ...
... Shall not regreet our fair Dominions , But tread the stranger paths of Banishment . Boling . Your will be done : this must my comfort be , That Sun , that warms you here , fhall fhine on me : And those his golden beams , to you here ...
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... shall shake off our flavish yoak , Imp out our drooping Country's broken wing , Redeem from broking Pawn the blemish'd Crown , Wipe off the duft that hides our Scepter's gilt , And make high Majefty look like it self : Away with me in ...
... shall shake off our flavish yoak , Imp out our drooping Country's broken wing , Redeem from broking Pawn the blemish'd Crown , Wipe off the duft that hides our Scepter's gilt , And make high Majefty look like it self : Away with me in ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Том 4 William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1748 |
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Сторінка 117 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Сторінка 187 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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.
Сторінка 392 - 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.
Сторінка 52 - 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...
Сторінка 411 - 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!
Сторінка 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Сторінка 249 - 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...
Сторінка 187 - 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
Сторінка 252 - 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.
Сторінка 26 - 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...