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, Volumen8 |
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Página 334
... pity me . CLIF . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . RUT . I never did thee harm ? why wilt thou flay me ? CLIF . Thy father hath . RUT . But ' twas , ere I was born . Thou hast one fon , for his fake pity me ; Left in revenge ...
... pity me . CLIF . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . RUT . I never did thee harm ? why wilt thou flay me ? CLIF . Thy father hath . RUT . But ' twas , ere I was born . Thou hast one fon , for his fake pity me ; Left in revenge ...
Página 348
... pity must be laid aside . To whom do lions caft their gentle looks ? Not to the beast , that would usurp their den . Whofe hand is that the foreft beast doth lick ? Not his that spoils her young before her face . 348 THE THIRD PART OF.
... pity must be laid aside . To whom do lions caft their gentle looks ? Not to the beast , that would usurp their den . Whofe hand is that the foreft beast doth lick ? Not his that spoils her young before her face . 348 THE THIRD PART OF.
Página 349
... pity , that this goodly boy Should lofe his birth - right by his father's fault . And long hereafter say unto his child , " What my great grandfather and grandfire got , " My careless father fondly gave away ! " Ah , what a fhame was ...
... pity , that this goodly boy Should lofe his birth - right by his father's fault . And long hereafter say unto his child , " What my great grandfather and grandfire got , " My careless father fondly gave away ! " Ah , what a fhame was ...
Página 353
... pity of the gentle king , Had flipt our claim until another age . CLA . But when we faw , our fun - fhine made thy fpring . And that thy fummer bred us no increase , VOL , IV , A a We fet the ax to thy ufurping root ; And KING HENRY VI ...
... pity of the gentle king , Had flipt our claim until another age . CLA . But when we faw , our fun - fhine made thy fpring . And that thy fummer bred us no increase , VOL , IV , A a We fet the ax to thy ufurping root ; And KING HENRY VI ...
Página 359
... pity , God , this miferable age ! What ftratagems , how fell , how butcherly , Erroneous , mutinous , and unnatural , This deadly quarrel daily doth beget ! O boy ! thy father gave thee life too soon KING HENRY VI 359.
... pity , God , this miferable age ! What ftratagems , how fell , how butcherly , Erroneous , mutinous , and unnatural , This deadly quarrel daily doth beget ! O boy ! thy father gave thee life too soon KING HENRY VI 359.
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...