The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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Pagina 3
... Lord Faulconbridge , baftard Son to Richard Cordelion , " was entered at Stationers ' Hall , Nov. 29 , 1614 ; but I have never met with it , and therefore know not whether it was the old black letter hiftory , or a play on the fame ...
... Lord Faulconbridge , baftard Son to Richard Cordelion , " was entered at Stationers ' Hall , Nov. 29 , 1614 ; but I have never met with it , and therefore know not whether it was the old black letter hiftory , or a play on the fame ...
Pagina 4
... Lord . Chatillon , Ambassador from France to King John . Elinor , the widow of King Henry II . and mother of King ... Lords , Ladies , Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Meffengers , and other Attendants ...
... Lord . Chatillon , Ambassador from France to King John . Elinor , the widow of King Henry II . and mother of King ... Lords , Ladies , Citizens of Angiers , Sheriff , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , Meffengers , and other Attendants ...
Pagina 14
... Lord of thy prefence , and no land befide ? ] Lord of thy prefence means , mafter of that dignity and grandeur of appearance that may fufficiently diftinguith thee from the vulgar , without the help of fortune . Lord of his prefence ...
... Lord of thy prefence , and no land befide ? ] Lord of thy prefence means , mafter of that dignity and grandeur of appearance that may fufficiently diftinguith thee from the vulgar , without the help of fortune . Lord of his prefence ...
Pagina 31
... lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash hafte fo indirectly fhed . Enter CHATILLON . K. PHI . A wonder , lady ! ' - lo , upon ...
... lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash hafte fo indirectly fhed . Enter CHATILLON . K. PHI . A wonder , lady ! ' - lo , upon ...
Pagina 52
... Lord of our prefence , Angiers , and of you . I CIT . A greater power than we , denies all this And , till it be undoubted , we do lock Our former fcruple in , our ftrong - barr'd gates : King'd of our fears ; until our fears , refolv'd ...
... Lord of our prefence , Angiers , and of you . I CIT . A greater power than we , denies all this And , till it be undoubted , we do lock Our former fcruple in , our ftrong - barr'd gates : King'd of our fears ; until our fears , refolv'd ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1793 |
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Pagina 462 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pagina 110 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 124 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 359 - 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.
Pagina 520 - 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
Pagina 74 - As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Pagina 504 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Pagina 236 - 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...
Pagina 315 - 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.
Pagina 345 - 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...