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The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare Revised by George Steevens..., 3 tomas
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1802
The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare In Six Volumes, 3 tomas
Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1838
Achilles againſt Ajax arms bear better blood Boling breath bring brother comes coufin dead death doth England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall father fear fellow fhall fhould fight fome foul friends ftand fuch fweet fword give gone grace grief hand Harry hath head hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft hold honour hour I'll Italy John keep king lady land leave live look lord mafter means meet moſt muft muſt never night noble North peace play Poft Poins poor pray prince Queen Rich Richard SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thee Ther theſe thing thou art thought tongue Troi Troilus true truth whofe York young
317 psl. - 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.
622 psl. - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
22 psl. - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
359 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
554 psl. - 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
554 psl. - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
624 psl. - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.