The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
... blood is hot , that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say : First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
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... blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me , for justice , and rough chastisement ; And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be ...
... blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me , for justice , and rough chastisement ; And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be ...
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... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe ...
... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe ...
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... blood Which breath'd this poison . K. Rich . Rage must be withstood : Give me his gage : -Lions make leopards tame . Nor . Yea , but not change their spots : take but my shame , " Fly into Affrick ; from the mountains there , " Chuse me ...
... blood Which breath'd this poison . K. Rich . Rage must be withstood : Give me his gage : -Lions make leopards tame . Nor . Yea , but not change their spots : take but my shame , " Fly into Affrick ; from the mountains there , " Chuse me ...
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... blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course , Some of those ...
... blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course , Some of those ...
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Страница 40 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
Страница 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Страница 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Страница 315 - 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
Страница 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Страница 79 - 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...
Страница 80 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Страница 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Страница 146 - 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.
Страница 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.