The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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Pagina 11
... hath left thee so much strength , As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoke , or thou canst worse devise . Nor . I ...
... hath left thee so much strength , As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop ; By that , and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoke , or thou canst worse devise . Nor . I ...
Pagina 12
... hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your highness ' soldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a false traitor , and injurious villain . Besides I say , and will in battle prove , - Or ...
... hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your highness ' soldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a false traitor , and injurious villain . Besides I say , and will in battle prove , - Or ...
Pagina 17
... Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course ...
... Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course ...
Pagina 18
... Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister . Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? * 9 One phial & c . ] Though all the old copies concur in ...
... Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister . Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? * 9 One phial & c . ] Though all the old copies concur in ...
Pagina 24
... hath a quiet breast . ther , and yet so flexible as to accommodate the dress they form to every motion of the body . Of these many are still to be seen in the Tower of London . Steevens . The object of Bolingbroke's request is , that ...
... hath a quiet breast . ther , and yet so flexible as to accommodate the dress they form to every motion of the body . Of these many are still to be seen in the Tower of London . Steevens . The object of Bolingbroke's request is , that ...
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Pagina 40 - 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...
Pagina 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 313 - 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
Pagina 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Pagina 79 - 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...
Pagina 80 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Pagina 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Pagina 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Pagina 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.