The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators. To which are added notes by S. Johnson, Zväzok 5 |
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Strana 10
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone , While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like Lords , till all be gone , While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
Strana 14
... give no words , but mum ! The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch , Gold cannot come amifs , were the a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coaft , I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal ...
... give no words , but mum ! The bufinefs afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch , Gold cannot come amifs , were the a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coaft , I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal ...
Strana 19
... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ Gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet ...
... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ Gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet ...
Strana 20
... give me leave To fhew some reason of no little force , That York is moft unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet . Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My ...
... give me leave To fhew some reason of no little force , That York is moft unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet . Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My ...
Strana 25
... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow ...
... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good Lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow ...
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Strana 444 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Strana 440 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 440 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 149 - 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...
Strana 77 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Strana 451 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Strana 443 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Strana 441 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Strana 148 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Strana 222 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.