The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Zväzok 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... say , I was too strict to make mine own away : But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . 2 A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life destroy'd . K. Rich . Coufin ...
... say , I was too strict to make mine own away : But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . 2 A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life destroy'd . K. Rich . Coufin ...
Strana 25
... say , is liften'd more Than they , whom youth and ease have taught to glofe ; ; More are men's ends mark'd , than their lives before : The fetting Sun , and mufick in the close .. As the laft tafte of fweets , is sweetest laft ;. Writ ...
... say , is liften'd more Than they , whom youth and ease have taught to glofe ; ; More are men's ends mark'd , than their lives before : The fetting Sun , and mufick in the close .. As the laft tafte of fweets , is sweetest laft ;. Writ ...
Strana 42
... say . Berk . Miftake me not , my lord ; ' tis not my meaning To raze one Title of your honour out . To you , my lord , I come , ( what lord you will , ) From the most glorious of this Land , The Duke of York , to know , what pricks you ...
... say . Berk . Miftake me not , my lord ; ' tis not my meaning To raze one Title of your honour out . To you , my lord , I come , ( what lord you will , ) From the most glorious of this Land , The Duke of York , to know , what pricks you ...
Strana 50
... Say , is my Kingdom loft ? why , ' twas my care : And what lofs is it , to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? Greater he fhall not be ; if he ferve God , We'll ferve him too , and be his fellow fo . Revolt our ...
... Say , is my Kingdom loft ? why , ' twas my care : And what lofs is it , to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? Greater he fhall not be ; if he ferve God , We'll ferve him too , and be his fellow fo . Revolt our ...
Strana 53
... Say , Scroop , where lies our uncle with his Power ? Speak fweetly , man , although thy looks be fower . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day ; So may you , by my dull and heavy eye , My ...
... Say , Scroop , where lies our uncle with his Power ? Speak fweetly , man , although thy looks be fower . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day ; So may you , by my dull and heavy eye , My ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Zväzok 4 William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1748 |
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againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf felves fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto Weft whofe word York
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Strana 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...
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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...