The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 5. kötetC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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12. oldal
... must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold . Methinks , the realms of England , France , and Ireland , Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt ...
... must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold . Methinks , the realms of England , France , and Ireland , Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt ...
14. oldal
... must I chide outright : Prefumptuous dame , ill - nurtur'd Eleanor , Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy ...
... must I chide outright : Prefumptuous dame , ill - nurtur'd Eleanor , Art thou not fecond woman in the realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command , Above the reach or compafs of thy ...
15. oldal
... must make merry with the Dutchefs ' gold : Marry , and fhall ; but how now , Sir John Hume ? Seal up your lips , and give no words but mum ! The business afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch ... Gold cannot ...
... must make merry with the Dutchefs ' gold : Marry , and fhall ; but how now , Sir John Hume ? Seal up your lips , and give no words but mum ! The business afketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch ... Gold cannot ...
17. oldal
... must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'st a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftol'ft away the Ladies hearts of France ; I thought King Henry had refembled thee In courage , courtship ...
... must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'st a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftol'ft away the Ladies hearts of France ; I thought King Henry had refembled thee In courage , courtship ...
22. oldal
... must fight , or elfe be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon ; and the day of combat fhall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerfet , we'll fee thee fent away . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE , the Witch's Cave . Enter ...
... must fight , or elfe be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon ; and the day of combat fhall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerfet , we'll fee thee fent away . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE , the Witch's Cave . Enter ...
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359. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
329. oldal - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
190. oldal - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
144. oldal - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
213. oldal - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
129. oldal - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
359. oldal - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
362. oldal - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
359. oldal - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
361. oldal - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.