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 2
... who is very inaccurate in matters of this kind , fays that the former was printed in 1611 , as written by W. Shakspeare and W. Rowley . But this is not true . In the fecond edition I KING JOHN.] The Troublefome Reign of King John ...
... who is very inaccurate in matters of this kind , fays that the former was printed in 1611 , as written by W. Shakspeare and W. Rowley . But this is not true . In the fecond edition I KING JOHN.] The Troublefome Reign of King John ...
Pagina 3
... true . In the fecond edition of this old play in 1611 , the letters W. Sh . were put into the title - page , to deceive the pur- chafer , and to lead him to fuppofe the piece was Shakspeare's play , which at that time was not published ...
... true . In the fecond edition of this old play in 1611 , the letters W. Sh . were put into the title - page , to deceive the pur- chafer , and to lead him to fuppofe the piece was Shakspeare's play , which at that time was not published ...
Pagina 5
... ufe . So , in the fifth act of this play , the Bastard fays to the French king , 66 Now hear our English king , " For thus his royalty doth speak in me . " MALONE . CHAT . Philip of France , in right and true B 3 KING JOHN. ...
... ufe . So , in the fifth act of this play , the Bastard fays to the French king , 66 Now hear our English king , " For thus his royalty doth speak in me . " MALONE . CHAT . Philip of France , in right and true B 3 KING JOHN. ...
Pagina 6
... true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's fon , Arthur Plantagenet , lays moft lawful claim To this fair ifland , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poitiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine : Defiring thee to lay afide the fword , Which ...
... true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's fon , Arthur Plantagenet , lays moft lawful claim To this fair ifland , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poitiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine : Defiring thee to lay afide the fword , Which ...
Pagina 11
... true begot , or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be judge yourself . If old fir Robert did beget us ...
... true begot , or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But , that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be judge yourself . If old fir Robert did beget us ...
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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...