Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 3proprietors, 1820 |
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Pagina 12
... land , Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring , Further I say , —and further will maintain Upon his bad life , to make all this good , — That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ; 9 Suggest his soon - believing ...
... land , Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring , Further I say , —and further will maintain Upon his bad life , to make all this good , — That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ; 9 Suggest his soon - believing ...
Pagina 21
... land . Malone . 1 And so- ] The old copies read - As so— . Steevens . Corrected by Mr. Rowe . Malone . 2 Norfolk . ] Mr. Edwards , in his MS . notes , observes , from Holinshed , that the Duke of Hereford , appellant , entered the lists ...
... land . Malone . 1 And so- ] The old copies read - As so— . Steevens . Corrected by Mr. Rowe . Malone . 2 Norfolk . ] Mr. Edwards , in his MS . notes , observes , from Holinshed , that the Duke of Hereford , appellant , entered the lists ...
Pagina 29
... land . Boling . I swear . Nor . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , so far as to mine enemy ; - 9 compassionate ; ] for plaintive . Warburton . 3 1 ( Our part & c . ] It is a question much debated amongst the writers of the ...
... land . Boling . I swear . Nor . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , so far as to mine enemy ; - 9 compassionate ; ] for plaintive . Warburton . 3 1 ( Our part & c . ] It is a question much debated amongst the writers of the ...
Pagina 30
... land : Confess thy treasons , ere thou fly the realm ; Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I ...
... land : Confess thy treasons , ere thou fly the realm ; Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I ...
Pagina 32
... land will let me , by your side . Gaunt . O , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To ...
... land will let me , by your side . Gaunt . O , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office should be prodigal To ...
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Pagina 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 80 - 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 40 - 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, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry 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...
Pagina 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Pagina 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Pagina 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb 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 257 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pagina 118 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Pagina 41 - 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.
Pagina 176 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...