The plays of William Shakspeare, accurately pr. from the text of mr. Steevens's last ed., with a selection of the most important notes [collected by J. Nichols]. |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 83.
Strana 41
... Holds hand with any princefs of the world . K. Phi . What fay't thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , The fhadow of myself form'd in her eye ; Which ...
... Holds hand with any princefs of the world . K. Phi . What fay't thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , The fhadow of myself form'd in her eye ; Which ...
Strana 45
... holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be thefe fad figns confirmers of thy words ? Then 9 i . e . I have a strong fenfibility ; I am tremblingly alive to apprehen- fion . MALONE . 2 This ...
... holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Be thefe fad figns confirmers of thy words ? Then 9 i . e . I have a strong fenfibility ; I am tremblingly alive to apprehen- fion . MALONE . 2 This ...
Strana 48
... hold it up here I and forrow fit ; Here is my throne , bid kings come bow to it . " [ She throws herself on the ground . Enter ly oppofite , and yet both agreeable to nature ? Sorrow foftens the mind while it is yet warmed by hope , but ...
... hold it up here I and forrow fit ; Here is my throne , bid kings come bow to it . " [ She throws herself on the ground . Enter ly oppofite , and yet both agreeable to nature ? Sorrow foftens the mind while it is yet warmed by hope , but ...
Strana 55
... holds his kingdom , holds the law ; Therefore , fince law itfelf is perfect wrong , How can the law forbid my tongue to curfe ? Pand . Philip of France , on peril of a curfe , Let go the hand of that archheretick ; And raife the power ...
... holds his kingdom , holds the law ; Therefore , fince law itfelf is perfect wrong , How can the law forbid my tongue to curfe ? Pand . Philip of France , on peril of a curfe , Let go the hand of that archheretick ; And raife the power ...
Strana 58
... hold a ferpent by the tongue , A cafed lion by the mortal paw , A fafting tiger fafer by the tooth , Than keep in peace that hand which thou doft hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'ft thou faith an ...
... hold a ferpent by the tongue , A cafed lion by the mortal paw , A fafting tiger fafer by the tooth , Than keep in peace that hand which thou doft hold . K. Phi . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . Pand . So mak'ft thou faith an ...
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againſt allufion ancient anfwer Baft Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke called caufe coufin death doft doth duke earl England Enter Exeunt expreffion fack faid Falstaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe fhall fhould fhow fignifies fince fir John firft foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit France French ftand ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fweet fword Harfleur hath heaven Henry IV himſelf Hoft honour horfe JOHNSON Juft King Henry King John King Richard Lady laft lord mafter majefty MALONE means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Northumberland obferved paffage peace Percy perfon Pift play pleaſe Poins prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto reafon Richard II ſcene Shakspeare Shal ſhall Sir Dagonet Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON Weft whofe word
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Strana 438 - 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 361 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis 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 116 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 627 - 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 today 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 accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Strana 361 - 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 547 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the...
Strana 253 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box...
Strana 439 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?