The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 第 4 巻 |
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... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of fupplication . But this will not fatisfy the Ox- fard Editor , he turns it to bag- gard fear ...
... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of fupplication . But this will not fatisfy the Ox- fard Editor , he turns it to bag- gard fear ...
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... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your High- nefs , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So ...
... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your High- nefs , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So ...
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... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . * And pluck nights from me , but ...
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . * And pluck nights from me , but ...
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... friends . Our felf , and Busby , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesie ? What What reverence he did throw away on flaves ...
... friends . Our felf , and Busby , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesie ? What What reverence he did throw away on flaves ...
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... friends- As were our England in reverfion his , And he our Subjects ' next degree in hope . Green . Well , he is gone , and with him go these thoughts . Now for the Rebels , which ftand out in Ireland , Expedient Manage must be made ...
... friends- As were our England in reverfion his , And he our Subjects ' next degree in hope . Green . Well , he is gone , and with him go these thoughts . Now for the Rebels , which ftand out in Ireland , Expedient Manage must be made ...
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134 ページ - 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.
287 ページ - 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...
111 ページ - 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.
28 ページ - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, Is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
299 ページ - 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.
215 ページ - tis no matter; 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
468 ページ - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
406 ページ - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
407 ページ - 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!
28 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, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...