The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Nide 4 |
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Sivu 9
Mine Honour is my life , both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is
done . Then , dear my Liege , mine honour let me try ; In That I live , and for That
will I die . K. Rich . Cousin , throw down your gage ; do you begin , Boling .
Mine Honour is my life , both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is
done . Then , dear my Liege , mine honour let me try ; In That I live , and for That
will I die . K. Rich . Cousin , throw down your gage ; do you begin , Boling .
Sivu 133
... To s By heav'n , methinks , & c ] Or dive into the bottom of the Gildon , a critic of
the size of deep , Dennis , & c . calls this speech , And pluck up drowned honour
by without any ceremony , a ridicathe locks : louis rant and absolute madness .
... To s By heav'n , methinks , & c ] Or dive into the bottom of the Gildon , a critic of
the size of deep , Dennis , & c . calls this speech , And pluck up drowned honour
by without any ceremony , a ridicathe locks : louis rant and absolute madness .
Sivu 215
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. pricks me on ; but how if honour prick me
off , when I come on ? how then ? Can honour fet to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no :
or take away the grief of a wound ? no : honour hath no fkill in furgery then ? ļo .
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. pricks me on ; but how if honour prick me
off , when I come on ? how then ? Can honour fet to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no :
or take away the grief of a wound ? no : honour hath no fkill in furgery then ? ļo .
Sivu 222
I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath ; give me life , which if I can '
save , so ; if not , honour comes unlook'd for , and there's an end . [ Exit . SCENE
VIII . Alarm , Excursions . Enter the King , the Prince , Lord John of Lancaster ,
and ...
I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath ; give me life , which if I can '
save , so ; if not , honour comes unlook'd for , and there's an end . [ Exit . SCENE
VIII . Alarm , Excursions . Enter the King , the Prince , Lord John of Lancaster ,
and ...
Sivu 449
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 , * By Jove , I am not covetous of gold , Nor care I ...
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 , * By Jove , I am not covetous of gold , Nor care I ...
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Sivu 134 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced 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 ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Sivu 287 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Sivu 111 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Sivu 28 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, Is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Sivu 299 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Sivu 215 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Sivu 468 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
Sivu 406 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Sivu 407 - And you, good yeomen, 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!
Sivu 28 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
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| Otsikko | The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Nide 4 The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Kirjoittaja | William Shakespeare |
| Toimittaja | Samuel Johnson |
| Kustantaja | 1765 |
| Alkuperäisteoksen sijainti | Oxfordin yliopisto |
| Digitoitu | 19. lokakuu 2007 |
| Vie sitaatti | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |