The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... doth he lie . Bolling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left ...
... doth he lie . Bolling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left ...
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... doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ? So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; - That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles ...
... doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great , that can inherit us ? So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak my life shall prove it true ; - That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles ...
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... doth vex my grieved soul : But , ere I last receiv'd the sacrament , 2 this slander of his blood , ] i . e . this reproach to his ances- try . Steevens . 3 my sceptre's awe- ] The reverence due to my sceptre . Johnson . VOL VIII . B 1 I ...
... doth vex my grieved soul : But , ere I last receiv'd the sacrament , 2 this slander of his blood , ] i . e . this reproach to his ances- try . Steevens . 3 my sceptre's awe- ] The reverence due to my sceptre . Johnson . VOL VIII . B 1 I ...
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... doth harbour , even in Mowbray's face . [ Exit GAUNT . K. Rich . We were not born to sue , but to command : Which since we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ...
... doth harbour , even in Mowbray's face . [ Exit GAUNT . K. Rich . We were not born to sue , but to command : Which since we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ...
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... Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life . But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ; Who when he sees ...
... Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life . But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ; Who when he sees ...
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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 313 - 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.