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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... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it ...
... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it ...
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... honour , and my land ! K. JOHN . A good blunt fellow : -Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? BAST . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he flander'd me with bastardy : But whe'r ' I be as ...
... honour , and my land ! K. JOHN . A good blunt fellow : -Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? BAST . I know not why , except to get the land . But once he flander'd me with bastardy : But whe'r ' I be as ...
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... penny ribband , wearing it in his ear , " & c . Again , in Every Man out of his Humour : “ -This ribband in my ear , or fo . " Again , in Love and Honour , by Sir W. D'Avenant , 1649 : And , to his shape , were heir to all KING JOHN .
... penny ribband , wearing it in his ear , " & c . Again , in Every Man out of his Humour : “ -This ribband in my ear , or fo . " Again , in Love and Honour , by Sir W. D'Avenant , 1649 : And , to his shape , were heir to all KING JOHN .
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... honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient writers . STEEVENS . but arife ...
... honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient writers . STEEVENS . but arife ...
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... honour ' better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady Good den , ' fir Richard , -God - a - mercy , fellow ; - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter : For new - made honour ...
... honour ' better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady Good den , ' fir Richard , -God - a - mercy , fellow ; - And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter : For new - made honour ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1793 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...