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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... must be made , my liege ; Ere further leifure yield them further means , For their advantage , and your highness ' lofs . K. Rich . We will ourself in perfon to this war . And , for our coffers - with too great a court , And liberal ...
... must be made , my liege ; Ere further leifure yield them further means , For their advantage , and your highness ' lofs . K. Rich . We will ourself in perfon to this war . And , for our coffers - with too great a court , And liberal ...
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... must be : So much for that . - Now for our Irish wars : We must fupplant those rough rug - headed kerns ; Which live like venom , where no venom elfe ' , But only they , hath privilege to live . And , for thefe great affairs do afk ...
... must be : So much for that . - Now for our Irish wars : We must fupplant those rough rug - headed kerns ; Which live like venom , where no venom elfe ' , But only they , hath privilege to live . And , for thefe great affairs do afk ...
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... must we part ; Be merry , for our time of stay is fhort . [ Flourish . [ Exeunt King , Queen , Bus . AUM . GRE . and BAG . North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Rofs . And living too ; for now his fon is duke . Willo ...
... must we part ; Be merry , for our time of stay is fhort . [ Flourish . [ Exeunt King , Queen , Bus . AUM . GRE . and BAG . North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Rofs . And living too ; for now his fon is duke . Willo ...
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... must fuffer ; And unavoided is the danger now For fuffering fo the caufes of our wreck . North . Not fo ; even through the hollow eyes of death , I fpy life peering ; but I dare not fay , How near the tidings of our comfort is . Willo ...
... must fuffer ; And unavoided is the danger now For fuffering fo the caufes of our wreck . North . Not fo ; even through the hollow eyes of death , I fpy life peering ; but I dare not fay , How near the tidings of our comfort is . Willo ...
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... must I like it well ; I weep for joy , To ftand upon my kingdom once again.- Dear earth , I do falute thee with my hand , Though rebels wound thee with their horfes ' hoofs : As a long - parted mother with her child Plays fondly with ...
... must I like it well ; I weep for joy , To ftand upon my kingdom once again.- Dear earth , I do falute thee with my hand , Though rebels wound thee with their horfes ' hoofs : As a long - parted mother with her child Plays fondly with ...
Términos y frases comunes
alfo anſwer Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke called caufe coufin crown death doth duke earl Enter Exeunt expreffion fack faid Falstaff fame fays fcene fecond feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fignifies fir John fleep foldiers folio fome foul fpeak fpeech France French ftand ftill fubfequent fubject fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt Harfleur hath heaven Henry IV himſelf Hoft Holinfhed honour horfe horſe JOHNSON Juft King Henry lord mafter majefty MALONE means moft muft muſt myſelf night noble Northumberland obferved old copies paffage peace Percy perfon Pift play pleaſe Poins prefent prifoners prince prince of Wales purpoſe quarto reafon Richard Richard II ſay ſcene Shakspeare Shal ſhall Sir Dagonet Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON Weft whofe word
Pasajes populares
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.