The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 第 4 巻H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Say , is my kingdom loft ? why , ' twas my care : And what lofs is it , to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? Greater he fhall not be ; if he ferve God , We'll ferve him too , and be his fellow fo . Revolt our ...
... Say , is my kingdom loft ? why , ' twas my care : And what lofs is it , to be rid of care ? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we ? Greater he fhall not be ; if he ferve God , We'll ferve him too , and be his fellow fo . Revolt our ...
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... Say , Scroop , where lies our uncle with his power ? Speak fweetly , man , although thy looks be fower . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the fky The state and inclination of the day ; So may you , by my dull and heavy eye , My ...
... Say , Scroop , where lies our uncle with his power ? Speak fweetly , man , although thy looks be fower . Scroop . Men judge by the complexion of the fky The state and inclination of the day ; So may you , by my dull and heavy eye , My ...
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... say , " Is not my arm of length , " That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais to my uncle's head ? Amongst much other talk , that very time , I heard you say , " You rather had refuse " The offer of an hundred ...
... say , " Is not my arm of length , " That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais to my uncle's head ? Amongst much other talk , that very time , I heard you say , " You rather had refuse " The offer of an hundred ...
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... The fhadow of your face . K. Rich . Say that again . The shadow of my forrow ! ha , let's fee , Tis very true , my grief lies all within ; And And these external manners of laments- Are merely fhadows to King RICHARD II , 169.
... The fhadow of your face . K. Rich . Say that again . The shadow of my forrow ! ha , let's fee , Tis very true , my grief lies all within ; And And these external manners of laments- Are merely fhadows to King RICHARD II , 169.
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... Say , Pardon , King ; let pity teach thee how . Boling . Good aunt , ftand up . Dutch . I do not fue to ftand , Pardon is all the fuit I have in hand . Boling . I pardon him , as heav'n fhall pardon me . Dutch . O happy ' vantage of a ...
... Say , Pardon , King ; let pity teach thee how . Boling . Good aunt , ftand up . Dutch . I do not fue to ftand , Pardon is all the fuit I have in hand . Boling . I pardon him , as heav'n fhall pardon me . Dutch . O happy ' vantage of a ...
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170 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
230 ページ - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; 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.
104 ページ - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
26 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...
296 ページ - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
109 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.
355 ページ - 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...
228 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...
189 ページ - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
255 ページ - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...