The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do serve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the fecrets of the state ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love With ...
... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do serve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the fecrets of the state ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love With ...
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... whofe name And power thou trembleft at , tell what I afk : For till thou fpeak , thou fhalt not pafs from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had said , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : what fhall of him become ...
... whofe name And power thou trembleft at , tell what I afk : For till thou fpeak , thou fhalt not pafs from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had said , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : what fhall of him become ...
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... Whofe beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Excunt . C 2 SCENE SCENE IV . Changes to the Duke of York's palace Sc23 : KING HENRY VI.
... Whofe beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Excunt . C 2 SCENE SCENE IV . Changes to the Duke of York's palace Sc23 : KING HENRY VI.
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... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my Sovereign Lady , with the reft , Caufelefs have laid disgraces on my head , And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up My liefeft ...
... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my Sovereign Lady , with the reft , Caufelefs have laid disgraces on my head , And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up My liefeft ...
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... Whofe flood begins to flow within my eyes ; [ grief , My body round ingirt with mifery : For what's more miferable than difcontent ? Ah , uncle Humphry in thy face I fee The map of honour , truth , and loyalty ; And yet , good Humphry ...
... Whofe flood begins to flow within my eyes ; [ grief , My body round ingirt with mifery : For what's more miferable than difcontent ? Ah , uncle Humphry in thy face I fee The map of honour , truth , and loyalty ; And yet , good Humphry ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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againſt Anne art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Gloucefter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highnefs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe unto Warwick whofe wife
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178 psl. - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
168 psl. - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
320 psl. - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
322 psl. - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
327 psl. - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
165 psl. - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
294 psl. - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
64 psl. - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
117 psl. - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
328 psl. - And though he were unsatisfied in getting— Which was a sin— yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.