King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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... give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. JOHN . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! ELI . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face , * 3 But whe'r- ] Whe'r for whether . So , in The Comedy of Errors : " Good fir ...
... give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. JOHN . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! ELI . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face , * 3 But whe'r- ] Whe'r for whether . So , in The Comedy of Errors : " Good fir ...
16 psl.
... give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be fir Nob in any cafe . " ELI . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and now bound to France . BAST . Brother ...
... give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be fir Nob in any cafe . " ELI . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and now bound to France . BAST . Brother ...
17 psl.
... give our betters way . K. JOHN . What is thy name ? BAST . Philip , my liege ; fo is my name begun ; Philip , good old fir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . K. JOHN . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st : Kneel thou down ...
... give our betters way . K. JOHN . What is thy name ? BAST . Philip , my liege ; fo is my name begun ; Philip , good old fir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . K. JOHN . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bear'st : Kneel thou down ...
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... give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -fparrow ! James , Colbrand- Colbrand was a Danish giant , whom Guy of Warwick difcomfited in the prefence of King Athelftan . The combat is very pompously ...
... give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -fparrow ! James , Colbrand- Colbrand was a Danish giant , whom Guy of Warwick difcomfited in the prefence of King Athelftan . The combat is very pompously ...
29 psl.
... give him welcome hither . ARTH . God fhall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : death of Richard , who loft his life at the fiege of ...
... give him welcome hither . ARTH . God fhall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : death of Richard , who loft his life at the fiege of ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt alfo ancient anſwer Aumerle BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin Cymbeline death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe feven fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night Northumberland obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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512 psl. - 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.
112 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.
126 psl. - 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.
126 psl. - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
570 psl. - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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.
547 psl. - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
76 psl. - 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.
280 psl. - 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...
358 psl. - 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.
391 psl. - 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...