The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 4. kötetH. Lintott, 1740 |
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4. oldal
... Friends to Boling- broke . Sir Stephen Scroop , Friends to King Richard . Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Westminster , Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard . Dutchess of Gloucefter . Dutchess of York . Lords in the Parliament ...
... Friends to Boling- broke . Sir Stephen Scroop , Friends to King Richard . Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Westminster , Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard . Dutchess of Gloucefter . Dutchess of York . Lords in the Parliament ...
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... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling diff'rence of your settled hate : Since we cannot atone you , you shall fee Juftice ...
... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling diff'rence of your settled hate : Since we cannot atone you , you shall fee Juftice ...
15. oldal
... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your Highness . [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be ...
... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your Highness . [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be ...
20. oldal
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
23. oldal
... friends . Our felf , and Busby , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ; What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
... friends . Our felf , and Busby , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ; What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
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104. oldal - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
272. oldal - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
222. oldal - 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...
23. oldal - 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...
334. oldal - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
224. oldal - 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.
165. oldal - 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
99. oldal - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
52. oldal - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
223. oldal - 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.