The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, 第 8 巻C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root ...
... Duch . Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven phials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches , springing from one root ...
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... Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? * 9 One phial & c . ] Though all the old copies concur in the pre- sent regulation of the following lines , I would rather read : One phial full of Edward's sacred blood Is crack'd ...
... Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? * 9 One phial & c . ] Though all the old copies concur in the pre- sent regulation of the following lines , I would rather read : One phial full of Edward's sacred blood Is crack'd ...
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... Duch . Why then , I will . Farewel , old Gaunt.3 Thou go'st to Coventry , there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or ...
... Duch . Why then , I will . Farewel , old Gaunt.3 Thou go'st to Coventry , there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : O , sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear , That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Duch . Yet one word more ; -Grief boundeth where it falls , Not with the empty hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Duch . Yet one word more ; -Grief boundeth where it falls , Not with the empty hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ...
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... Duch . My lord , you told me , you would tell the rest , When weeping made you break the story off Of our two cousins coming into London . York . Where did I leave ? At that sad stop , my lord , Duch . Where rude misgovern'd hands ...
... Duch . My lord , you told me , you would tell the rest , When weeping made you break the story off Of our two cousins coming into London . York . Where did I leave ? At that sad stop , my lord , Duch . Where rude misgovern'd hands ...
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40 ページ - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
118 ページ - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
81 ページ - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
313 ページ - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
149 ページ - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb 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.
79 ページ - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
80 ページ - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
174 ページ - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
146 ページ - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
16 ページ - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.