The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, 8 tomas |
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321 psl.
... never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breaft , Charg'd our main battle's front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers flain . EDW . Lord ...
... never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breaft , Charg'd our main battle's front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers flain . EDW . Lord ...
322 psl.
... never close . This is the palace of that fearful king , And this the regal feat ; poffefs it , York ; For this is thine , and not king Henry's heirs ' . YORK . Affift me then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in ...
... never close . This is the palace of that fearful king , And this the regal feat ; poffefs it , York ; For this is thine , and not king Henry's heirs ' . YORK . Affift me then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in ...
328 psl.
... never feen thee , never born thee fon , Seeing thou haft prov'd so unnatural a father . Hath he deferv'd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once 328 THE ...
... never feen thee , never born thee fon , Seeing thou haft prov'd so unnatural a father . Hath he deferv'd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once 328 THE ...
334 psl.
... never did thee harm ? why wilt thou flay me ? CLIF . Thy father hath . RUT . But ' twas , ere I was born . Thou hast one fon , for his fake pity me ; Left in revenge thereof , fith God is just , He be as miferably flain as I. Ah , let ...
... never did thee harm ? why wilt thou flay me ? CLIF . Thy father hath . RUT . But ' twas , ere I was born . Thou hast one fon , for his fake pity me ; Left in revenge thereof , fith God is just , He be as miferably flain as I. Ah , let ...
342 psl.
... never heard of . I think , it cites us , brother , to the field ; That we the fons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should , notwithstanding , join our lights together , And over - shine the earth , as this ...
... never heard of . I think , it cites us , brother , to the field ; That we the fons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should , notwithstanding , join our lights together , And over - shine the earth , as this ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
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422 psl. - 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.
353 psl. - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
537 psl. - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
354 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...
448 psl. - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
416 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.— Clarence, beware!
422 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...