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
... 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 falfe traitor and injurious villain . Befides , I fay , and will in battle prove , Or here ...
... 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 falfe traitor and injurious villain . Befides , I fay , and will in battle prove , Or here ...
10. oldal
... Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's fev'n fons , whereof thy felf art one , Were as fv'n vials of his facred blood ; Or fev'n fair branches , fpringing from one root : Some of tho'e fev'n are dry'd by Nature's Courfe ...
... Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's fev'n fons , whereof thy felf art one , Were as fv'n vials of his facred blood ; Or fev'n fair branches , fpringing from one root : Some of tho'e fev'n are dry'd by Nature's Courfe ...
16. oldal
... hath thrown his warder down . K. Rich . Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears , And Both return back to their chairs again . Withdraw with us , and let the trumpets found , While we return thefe Dukes what we decree . Draw near ...
... hath thrown his warder down . K. Rich . Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears , And Both return back to their chairs again . Withdraw with us , and let the trumpets found , While we return thefe Dukes what we decree . Draw near ...
20. oldal
... Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away . - Six frozen winters spent , [ To Bol . Return with Welcome home from Banishment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging Winters , and four wanton ...
... Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away . - Six frozen winters spent , [ To Bol . Return with Welcome home from Banishment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging Winters , and four wanton ...
25. oldal
... hath fent poft - hafte T'intreat your Majesty to visit him . K. Rich . Where lyes he ? Bufby . At Ely - boufe . K. Rich . Now . put it , heav'n , in his physician's mind , Το To help him to his Grave immediately . The lining KING ...
... hath fent poft - hafte T'intreat your Majesty to visit him . K. Rich . Where lyes he ? Bufby . At Ely - boufe . K. Rich . Now . put it , heav'n , in his physician's mind , Το To help him to his Grave immediately . The lining KING ...
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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.