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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33. oldal
... 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 had won . His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin ...
... 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 had won . His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin ...
46. oldal
... French ; Oh ! then , how quickly fhould this arm of mine , And oftentation of DESPISED ar ] But fure the often- tation of defpifed arms would not fright any one . We fhould read DISPOSED a'ms . i . e . forces in battle - array . WAR ...
... French ; Oh ! then , how quickly fhould this arm of mine , And oftentation of DESPISED ar ] But fure the often- tation of defpifed arms would not fright any one . We fhould read DISPOSED a'ms . i . e . forces in battle - array . WAR ...
96. oldal
... one pardon ftrong . The word is fhort , but not fo fhort as sweet ; No word like pardon , for Kings mouths fo meet . York . York . Speak it in French , King ; fay 7 96 KING RICHARD II . For ever will I kneel upon my knees, ...
... one pardon ftrong . The word is fhort , but not fo fhort as sweet ; No word like pardon , for Kings mouths fo meet . York . York . Speak it in French , King ; fay 7 96 KING RICHARD II . For ever will I kneel upon my knees, ...
97. oldal
... French we do not understand . Thine eye begins to fpeak , fet thy tongue there , Or , in thy piteous heart , plant thou thine ear ; That , hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce , Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse . Boling ...
... French we do not understand . Thine eye begins to fpeak , fet thy tongue there , Or , in thy piteous heart , plant thou thine ear ; That , hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce , Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse . Boling ...
110. oldal
... French , tremper , properly fignifies the moistness made by rain . WAR B. That these lines are abfurd is foon discovered , but how this nonfenfe will be made fenfe is not so easily told ; furely not by reading trempe , for what means he ...
... French , tremper , properly fignifies the moistness made by rain . WAR B. That these lines are abfurd is foon discovered , but how this nonfenfe will be made fenfe is not so easily told ; furely not by reading trempe , for what means he ...
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againſt anſwer bafe Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff fame father fave fear feems felf fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince firft flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath heart heav'n Henry himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt 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 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-fac'd 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...
125. oldal - 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...
215. oldal - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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.
290. 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.
447. oldal - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
405. oldal - 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!
288. 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.
58. oldal - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit. As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
320. oldal - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
99. oldal - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.