The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 4. kötet |
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6. oldal
... Look , what I faid , my life fhall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thoufand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highness ' foldiers , The which he hath detain'd for lewd imployments ; Like a false traitor and ...
... Look , what I faid , my life fhall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thoufand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highness ' foldiers , The which he hath detain'd for lewd imployments ; Like a false traitor and ...
19. oldal
... look upon each other's face , Nor ever write , regreet , or reconcile This low'ring tempeft of your home - bred hate ; Nor ever by advised purpose meet , To plot , contrive , or complot any Ill , ' Gainft us , our State , our Subjects ...
... look upon each other's face , Nor ever write , regreet , or reconcile This low'ring tempeft of your home - bred hate ; Nor ever by advised purpose meet , To plot , contrive , or complot any Ill , ' Gainft us , our State , our Subjects ...
23. oldal
... Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lye that way thou go'st , not whence thou com'st . Suppofe the finging birds , musicians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the prefence - floor ; The flow'rs , fair ladies ; and thy ...
... Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lye that way thou go'st , not whence thou com'st . Suppofe the finging birds , musicians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the prefence - floor ; The flow'rs , fair ladies ; and thy ...
33. oldal
... look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was against the French , And not against his friends ; his noble hand Did win what he did spend ; and spent not That , Which his triumphant father's hand ...
... look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was against the French , And not against his friends ; his noble hand Did win what he did spend ; and spent not That , Which his triumphant father's hand ...
36. oldal
... look like itself . Away with me in poft to Ravenfpurgis por omi yardi But if you faint , as fearing to do fo , At Mag bean ad bipor . Stay , and be fecret , and myfelf will go , demo ay Rofs . To horfe , to horfe ; urge Doubts to them ...
... look like itself . Away with me in poft to Ravenfpurgis por omi yardi But if you faint , as fearing to do fo , At Mag bean ad bipor . Stay , and be fecret , and myfelf will go , demo ay Rofs . To horfe , to horfe ; urge Doubts to them ...
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againſt anfwer bafe Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff fame father fear feems fenfe fent fhall fhame fhew fhould fight fince firft flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harry hath heart heav'n Henry himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland paffage peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins POPE pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shakespeare Shal ſhall Sir Dagonet Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto uſed WARBURTON Weft whofe word York
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134. oldal - 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.
287. 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...
111. oldal - 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.
28. 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: 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 : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
299. oldal - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
215. 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
468. oldal - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
406. oldal - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
407. oldal - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
28. oldal - 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...