The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Sivu 1029
... e'er it walks . Return , and tell him fo : We know the worft . [ best . Bast . What e'er you think , good Words I think were Sal . Our Griefs , and not our Manners , reafon now . Baft . But there is little Reafon in your Grief ...
... e'er it walks . Return , and tell him fo : We know the worft . [ best . Bast . What e'er you think , good Words I think were Sal . Our Griefs , and not our Manners , reafon now . Baft . But there is little Reafon in your Grief ...
Sivu 1034
... e'er he come fo nigh . K. John . The Legate of the Pope hath been with me , And I have made a happy Peace with him ; And he hath promis'd to difmifs the Powers Led by the Dauphin . Baft . Oh inglorious League : Shall we upon the footing ...
... e'er he come fo nigh . K. John . The Legate of the Pope hath been with me , And I have made a happy Peace with him ; And he hath promis'd to difmifs the Powers Led by the Dauphin . Baft . Oh inglorious League : Shall we upon the footing ...
Sivu 1041
... e'er thofe Eyes of yours Behold another Day break in the East : But even this Night , whofe black contagious Breath Already fmoaks about the burning Creft Of the old , feeble , and day - wearied Sun , Even this ill Night , your ...
... e'er thofe Eyes of yours Behold another Day break in the East : But even this Night , whofe black contagious Breath Already fmoaks about the burning Creft Of the old , feeble , and day - wearied Sun , Even this ill Night , your ...
Sivu 1044
... e'er I come . SCENE [ Exeunt . VII . Enter Prince Henry , Salisbury and Bigot . Henry . It is too late , the Life of all his Blood Is touch'd corruptibly ; and his pure Brain , Which fome fuppofe the Soul's frail dwelling House , Doth ...
... e'er I come . SCENE [ Exeunt . VII . Enter Prince Henry , Salisbury and Bigot . Henry . It is too late , the Life of all his Blood Is touch'd corruptibly ; and his pure Brain , Which fome fuppofe the Soul's frail dwelling House , Doth ...
Sivu 1052
... e'er I move , What my Tongue fpeaks , my right drawn Sword may prove , Mowb . Let not my cool Words here accufe my Zeal ; ' Tis not the Trial of a Woman's War , The bitter Clamour of too eager Tongues , Can arbirrate this Caufe betwixt ...
... e'er I move , What my Tongue fpeaks , my right drawn Sword may prove , Mowb . Let not my cool Words here accufe my Zeal ; ' Tis not the Trial of a Woman's War , The bitter Clamour of too eager Tongues , Can arbirrate this Caufe betwixt ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts ... Nicholas Rowe Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2015 |
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Sivu 1245 - 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.
Sivu 1349 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Sivu 1193 - 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 1364 - 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 I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Sivu 1511 - 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.
Sivu 1243 - 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 1089 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Sivu 1303 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Sivu 1069 - Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; 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...