The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Zväzok 5J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strana 2
... Lord Ross . Lord Willoughby . Lord Fitzwater . Bishop of Carlisle Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal ; and another Lord . " Sir Pierce of Exton . Sir Stephen Scroop . Captain of a band of Welshmen . Queen to King Richard . Duchess of ...
... Lord Ross . Lord Willoughby . Lord Fitzwater . Bishop of Carlisle Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal ; and another Lord . " Sir Pierce of Exton . Sir Stephen Scroop . Captain of a band of Welshmen . Queen to King Richard . Duchess of ...
Strana 14
... Lord Marshal , and AUMERLE . Mar. My lord Aumerle , is Harry Hereford arm'd ? Aum . Yea , at all points ; and longs to enter in . Mar. The duke of Norfolk , sprightfully and bold , Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet . Aum ...
... Lord Marshal , and AUMERLE . Mar. My lord Aumerle , is Harry Hereford arm'd ? Aum . Yea , at all points ; and longs to enter in . Mar. The duke of Norfolk , sprightfully and bold , Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet . Aum ...
Strana 16
... lord , [ To Lord Marshal . ] I take my leave of you ; - Of you , my noble cousin , lord Aumerle : - Not sick , although I have to do with death ; But lusty , young , and cheerly drawing breath . Lo , as at English feasts , so I regreet ...
... lord , [ To Lord Marshal . ] I take my leave of you ; - Of you , my noble cousin , lord Aumerle : - Not sick , although I have to do with death ; But lusty , young , and cheerly drawing breath . Lo , as at English feasts , so I regreet ...
Strana 40
... lord's departure , Finds shapes of grief , more than himself , to wail , Which , look'd on as it is , is nought but shadows Of what it is not . Then , thrice - gracious queen , More than your lord's departure weep not ; more's not seen ...
... lord's departure , Finds shapes of grief , more than himself , to wail , Which , look'd on as it is , is nought but shadows Of what it is not . Then , thrice - gracious queen , More than your lord's departure weep not ; more's not seen ...
Strana 42
... lord , your son was gone before I came . York . He was ? -Why , so ! -go all which way it will ! - The nobles they are fled , the commons cold , And will , I fear , revolt on Hereford's side.- Sirrah , Get thee to Plashy , to my sister ...
... lord , your son was gone before I came . York . He was ? -Why , so ! -go all which way it will ! - The nobles they are fled , the commons cold , And will , I fear , revolt on Hereford's side.- Sirrah , Get thee to Plashy , to my sister ...
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Strana 30 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,) Like to a tenement, or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds...
Strana 436 - 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 to-day 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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 281 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 352 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Strana 124 - Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and...
Strana 208 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 281 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strana 59 - No matter where ; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Strana 122 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 436 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.