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, Band 8 |
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... doth grin , For one to thrust his hand between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all ' vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay hands on York , who struggles . CLIF ...
... doth grin , For one to thrust his hand between his teeth , When he might spurn him with his foot away ? It is war's prize to take all ' vantages ; And ten to one is no impeach of valour . [ They lay hands on York , who struggles . CLIF ...
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... doth oft make women proud ; But God he knows thy fhare thereof is small , ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd ; The contrary doth doth make thee wonder'd at . " Tis government that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof ...
... doth oft make women proud ; But God he knows thy fhare thereof is small , ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd ; The contrary doth doth make thee wonder'd at . " Tis government that makes them seem divine ; The want thereof ...
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... doth a lion in a herd of Neat ; Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs , Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him . So far'd our father with his enemies , So fled his enemies my ...
... doth a lion in a herd of Neat ; Or as a bear , encompass'd round with dogs , Who having pinch'd a few , and made them cry , The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him . So far'd our father with his enemies , So fled his enemies my ...
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... doth remain The faddeft fpectacle that e'er I view'd . EDW . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay . Oh Clifford , boiftrous Clifford ! thou haft flain The flower of Europe for his ...
... doth remain The faddeft fpectacle that e'er I view'd . EDW . Sweet duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay . Oh Clifford , boiftrous Clifford ! thou haft flain The flower of Europe for his ...
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... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. HEN . Ay , as the rocks cheer them , that fear their wreck . To fee this fight , it irks my very foul . -With - hold revenge , dear God ; ' tis not my fault , Nor wittingly have I ...
... Doth not the object cheer your heart , my lord ? K. HEN . Ay , as the rocks cheer them , that fear their wreck . To fee this fight , it irks my very foul . -With - hold revenge , dear God ; ' tis not my fault , Nor wittingly have I ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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...