The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Sivu 7
... and twenty Knights , Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see On
Holmedon's plains . Of prisoners , Hot - Spur took Mordake the Earl of Fife , and
eldest son Unto the beaten Dowglas , and the Earls Of Atbol , Murry , Angus , and
Monteith .
... and twenty Knights , Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see On
Holmedon's plains . Of prisoners , Hot - Spur took Mordake the Earl of Fife , and
eldest son Unto the beaten Dowglas , and the Earls Of Atbol , Murry , Angus , and
Monteith .
Sivu 90
Bard , My Lord , I'll tell you . If my young Lord your son hath not the day , Upon
mine honour , for a filken point I'll give my barony . Ne'er talk of it . North . Why
should the gentleman , that rode by Travors , Give then fuch instances of loss ?
ard .
Bard , My Lord , I'll tell you . If my young Lord your son hath not the day , Upon
mine honour , for a filken point I'll give my barony . Ne'er talk of it . North . Why
should the gentleman , that rode by Travors , Give then fuch instances of loss ?
ard .
Sivu 162
Question your royal thoughts , make the case yours ; Be now the father , and
propose a son : Hear your own dignity so much prophan'd ; See your moft
dreadful laws so loosely Nighted ; Behold your self so by a son disdain'd : And
then ...
Question your royal thoughts , make the case yours ; Be now the father , and
propose a son : Hear your own dignity so much prophan'd ; See your moft
dreadful laws so loosely Nighted ; Behold your self so by a son disdain'd : And
then ...
Sivu 182
For in the book of Numbers it is writ , When the son dies , let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter . Gracious Lord , Stand for your own , unwind your
bloody flag , Look back into your mighty ancestors ; Go , my dread Lord , to your
great ...
For in the book of Numbers it is writ , When the son dies , let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter . Gracious Lord , Stand for your own , unwind your
bloody flag , Look back into your mighty ancestors ; Go , my dread Lord , to your
great ...
Sivu 314
This sev'n years did not Talbot fee his son , And now they meet , where both their
lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy shall noble Talbot have , To bid his young
fon welcome to his grave ! Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That sundred
...
This sev'n years did not Talbot fee his son , And now they meet , where both their
lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy shall noble Talbot have , To bid his young
fon welcome to his grave ! Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That sundred
...
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againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph bear better blood brother captain comes couſin crown dead death doth Duke Earl England Engliſh Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Falſtaff father fear field fight follow France French friends give Glou Grace hand Harry hath head hear heart heav'n Henry Hoft hold honour horſe hour I'll Juft keep King Lady leave live look Lord Majeſty maſter means meet moſt muſt never night noble once peace Percy Pift Poins poor pray Prince Pucel ſaid ſay Sbal SCENE ſee ſelf ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir John ſoldiers ſome ſon ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword Talbot tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought thouſand tongue true unto whoſe wilt York young
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Sivu 231 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Sivu 245 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Sivu 122 - 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.
Sivu 195 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Sivu 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Sivu 74 - 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.
Sivu 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Sivu 14 - 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, trimly...
Sivu 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Sivu 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.