The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volym 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And ...
... Cousin of Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Boling . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And ...
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... cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ? So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; - That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of ...
... cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ? So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; - That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of ...
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... Cousin , throw down your gage ; do you begin . Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear1 impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my ...
... Cousin , throw down your gage ; do you begin . Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear1 impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my ...
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... cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or , if misfortune miss the first career , Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom , That they may ...
... cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or , if misfortune miss the first career , Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom , That they may ...
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... Cousin of Hereford , as thy cause is right , So be thy fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my blood ; which if to - day thou shed , Lament we may , but not revenge thee dead . Boling . O , let no noble eye profane a tear For me , if ...
... Cousin of Hereford , as thy cause is right , So be thy fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my blood ; which if to - day thou shed , Lament we may , but not revenge thee dead . Boling . O , let no noble eye profane a tear For me , if ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and ..., Volym 8 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1809 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and ..., Volym 8 William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Samuel Johnson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1803 |
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Sida 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...
Sida 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Sida 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?
Sida 313 - 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
Sida 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.
Sida 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Sida 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Sida 174 - 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.