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, Том 8 |
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... these eyes fhall 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 ...
... these eyes fhall 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 ...
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... these thy fons , Thy kinsmen and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIF . Urge it no more ; left that , inftead of words , I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a messenger , As fhall revenge ...
... these thy fons , Thy kinsmen and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIF . Urge it no more ; left that , inftead of words , I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a messenger , As fhall revenge ...
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... these articles . NORTH . Nor I. CLIF . Come , coufin , let us tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of ...
... these articles . NORTH . Nor I. CLIF . Come , coufin , let us tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of ...
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... these thy forward fons ! YORK . Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd . ExE . Accurft be he , that seeks to make them foes ! [ Sonet . Here they come down . YORK . Farewel , my gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep ...
... these thy forward fons ! YORK . Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd . ExE . Accurft be he , that seeks to make them foes ! [ Sonet . Here they come down . YORK . Farewel , my gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep ...
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... These tears are my fweet Rutland's obfequies ; And ev'ry drop cries vengeance for his death , " Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , falfe French woman . NORTH . Befhrew me , but his paffions move me so ; That hardly can I check ...
... These tears are my fweet Rutland's obfequies ; And ev'ry drop cries vengeance for his death , " Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , falfe French woman . NORTH . Befhrew me , but his paffions move me so ; That hardly can I check ...
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Страница 422 - 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.
Страница 353 - 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.
Страница 537 - 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.
Страница 354 - 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...
Страница 448 - 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...
Страница 416 - 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!
Страница 422 - 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...