The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Band 5H. Durell, 1817 |
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... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore , never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are as ...
... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore , never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are as ...
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... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . " Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . " Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
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... Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits ( As doth a raven on a sick - fallen beast , ) The imminent decay of wrested pomp . * Now happy he , whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest . Bear away that child , And follow me ...
... Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits ( As doth a raven on a sick - fallen beast , ) The imminent decay of wrested pomp . * Now happy he , whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest . Bear away that child , And follow me ...
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... meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been with me , [ 4 ] To forage is here used in its original sense , for to range abroad . JOHNSON . And I have ...
... meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been with me , [ 4 ] To forage is here used in its original sense , for to range abroad . JOHNSON . And I have ...
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... meet a prouder foe . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Plain near St. Edmund's - Bury . Enter , in arms , LEWIS , SALISBURY , MELUN , PEMBROKE , BIGOT , and Soldiers . Lew . My lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it safe for our ...
... meet a prouder foe . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Plain near St. Edmund's - Bury . Enter , in arms , LEWIS , SALISBURY , MELUN , PEMBROKE , BIGOT , and Soldiers . Lew . My lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it safe for our ...
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Seite 83 - 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.
Seite 57 - 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.
Seite 301 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.
Seite 132 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Seite 55 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Seite 181 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Seite 106 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 183 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Seite 211 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Seite 54 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?