The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volumen5H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... fweet : O thou , the earthly authour of my blood , - Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , - Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy ...
... fweet : O thou , the earthly authour of my blood , - Whofe youthful fpirit , in me regenerate , Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head , - Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy ...
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... fweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which fo rouz'd up with boisterous untun'd drums , With harth - refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace ...
... fweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which fo rouz'd up with boisterous untun'd drums , With harth - refounding trumpets ' dreadful bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace ...
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... fweet to tafte , prove in digeftion four . You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather , You would have bid me argue like father : - O , had it been a ftranger , not my child , To fmooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial ...
... fweet to tafte , prove in digeftion four . You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather , You would have bid me argue like father : - O , had it been a ftranger , not my child , To fmooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial ...
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... fweet foil , adieu ; My mother , and my nurse , that bears me yet ! Where - e'er I wander , boaft of this I can , - Though banish'd , yet a true - born Englishman . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The fame . A Room in the King's Castle . Enter ...
... fweet foil , adieu ; My mother , and my nurse , that bears me yet ! Where - e'er I wander , boaft of this I can , - Though banish'd , yet a true - born Englishman . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The fame . A Room in the King's Castle . Enter ...
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... fweet a guest As my fweet Richard : Yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in fortune's womb , Is coming towards me ; and my inward foul With nothing trembles at fomething it grieves , More than with parting from my lord the ...
... fweet a guest As my fweet Richard : Yet again , methinks , Some unborn forrow , ripe in fortune's womb , Is coming towards me ; and my inward foul With nothing trembles at fomething it grieves , More than with parting from my lord the ...
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Página 340 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 242 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 137 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Página 500 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Página 552 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Página 344 - The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 128 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 108 - 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.
Página 550 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Página 356 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind; — an't be my destiny, so ; an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.