The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 5. kötetJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
11. oldal
... whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in my ftandard bear the Arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
... whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in my ftandard bear the Arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
33. oldal
... Whose beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . 9 Your Lady is forth - coming . ] That is , your Lady is in custody . And poife the Caufe in juice equal fcales , Whofe beam fands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . ] The VOL ...
... Whose beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . 9 Your Lady is forth - coming . ] That is , your Lady is in custody . And poife the Caufe in juice equal fcales , Whofe beam fands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . ] The VOL ...
67. oldal
... whose invenomed and fatal sting Your loving Uncle , twenty times his worth , They fay , is fhamefully bereft of life . Commons within . An anfwer from the King , my Lord of Salisbury . Suf . ' Tis like , the Commons , rude unpolish'd ...
... whose invenomed and fatal sting Your loving Uncle , twenty times his worth , They fay , is fhamefully bereft of life . Commons within . An anfwer from the King , my Lord of Salisbury . Suf . ' Tis like , the Commons , rude unpolish'd ...
119. oldal
... ruption , nor are any two scenes of any play more closely connec- ted than the firft fcene of this play with the last of the former I 4 Whereat 1 Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland , Whose warlike The THIRD PART of . ...
... ruption , nor are any two scenes of any play more closely connec- ted than the firft fcene of this play with the last of the former I 4 Whereat 1 Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland , Whose warlike The THIRD PART of . ...
120. oldal
... Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all a breaft , Charg'd our main battles front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers ...
... Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all a breaft , Charg'd our main battles front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers ...
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454. 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...
450. 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.
451. oldal - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
453. 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.
228. oldal - 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.
154. oldal - 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...
172. oldal - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
415. 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.
256. oldal - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
79. oldal - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.