The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Том 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat , And furbish new the Name of John O ' Gaunt Ev'n in the lufty ' haviour of his fon . [ rous ! Gaunt . Heav'n in ...
... unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat , And furbish new the Name of John O ' Gaunt Ev'n in the lufty ' haviour of his fon . [ rous ! Gaunt . Heav'n in ...
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... Unto the fovereign mercy of the King . But fince I cannot , be it known to you , I do remain as neuter . So , farewel . Unless you please to enter in the Castle , And there repofe you for this night . Boling . An offer , Uncle , that we ...
... Unto the fovereign mercy of the King . But fince I cannot , be it known to you , I do remain as neuter . So , farewel . Unless you please to enter in the Castle , And there repofe you for this night . Boling . An offer , Uncle , that we ...
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... unto your foe ; ' And fo your follies fight against your self . " Fear , and be flain ; no worfe can come from fight ; And fight and die , is death deftroying death : Where fearing , dying , pays death fervile breath . Aum . My father ...
... unto your foe ; ' And fo your follies fight against your self . " Fear , and be flain ; no worfe can come from fight ; And fight and die , is death deftroying death : Where fearing , dying , pays death fervile breath . Aum . My father ...
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... unto his royal perfon : Ev'n at his feet I lay my arms and pow'r , Provided , that my banishment repeal'd , And lands reftor'd again , be freely granted : If not , I'll ufe th ' advantage of my pow'r , And lay the fummer's duft with ...
... unto his royal perfon : Ev'n at his feet I lay my arms and pow'r , Provided , that my banishment repeal'd , And lands reftor'd again , be freely granted : If not , I'll ufe th ' advantage of my pow'r , And lay the fummer's duft with ...
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... borrow any tear of thee . But ftay , here come the Gardiners . Let's ftep into the fhadow of thefe trees ; My Wretchednefs unto a row of pins , Enter Enter a Gardiner , and two Servants . They'll talk King RICHARD II . 61.
... borrow any tear of thee . But ftay , here come the Gardiners . Let's ftep into the fhadow of thefe trees ; My Wretchednefs unto a row of pins , Enter Enter a Gardiner , and two Servants . They'll talk King RICHARD II . 61.
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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...