The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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256. oldal
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mob . Each day ftill better others happiness ; Until the heavens envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mob . Each day ftill better others happiness ; Until the heavens envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich . We ...
257. oldal
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty , ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except ; ) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty , ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except ; ) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
260. oldal
... Boling . Oh , heav'n defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale haggard fear impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Oh , heav'n defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale haggard fear impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
264. oldal
... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true Knight , fo defend thee heav'n ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster and Derby Am I , who ready here do stand in arms , To prove , by heav'n's Grace and ...
... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true Knight , fo defend thee heav'n ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster and Derby Am I , who ready here do stand in arms , To prove , by heav'n's Grace and ...
265. oldal
... Boling . Mine innocence , God and St. George to thrive ! Mowb , However heav'n or fortune caft my lot , There lives , or dies , true to King Richard's throne , A loyal , juft and upright gentleman : Never did captive with a freer heart ...
... Boling . Mine innocence , God and St. George to thrive ! Mowb , However heav'n or fortune caft my lot , There lives , or dies , true to King Richard's throne , A loyal , juft and upright gentleman : Never did captive with a freer heart ...
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313. oldal - 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...
161. oldal - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
270. oldal - 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.
164. oldal - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
103. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
288. oldal - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
161. oldal - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
266. oldal - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
270. 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...
132. oldal - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...