The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 第 5 巻F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... thoughts In any breast of strong authority , To look into the blots and stains of right . That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Under whose warrant , I impeach thy wrong ; And , by whose help , I mean to chastise it . K. John ...
... thoughts In any breast of strong authority , To look into the blots and stains of right . That judge hath made me guardian to this boy : Under whose warrant , I impeach thy wrong ; And , by whose help , I mean to chastise it . K. John ...
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... thoughts themselves should be your judge , ) That I can find should merit any hate . K. John . What say these young ones ? What say you , my niece ? Blanch . That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to ...
... thoughts themselves should be your judge , ) That I can find should merit any hate . K. John . What say these young ones ? What say you , my niece ? Blanch . That she is bound in honour still to do What you in wisdom shall vouchsafe to ...
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... thought by heaven . Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife ? Const . That which upholdeth him that thee upholds , 6 His honour : O , thine honour , Lewis , thine honour ! Lew . I ...
... thought by heaven . Blanch . Now shall I see thy love ; What motive may Be stronger with thee than the name of wife ? Const . That which upholdeth him that thee upholds , 6 His honour : O , thine honour , Lewis , thine honour ! Lew . I ...
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... thoughts : But ah , I will not : -Yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think , thou lov'st me well . Hub . So well , that what you bid me undertake ... thought . And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , KING JOHN . 53.
... thoughts : But ah , I will not : -Yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think , thou lov'st me well . Hub . So well , that what you bid me undertake ... thought . And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , KING JOHN . 53.
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... might have been afforded as well as any where else ; but this sort of education never entered into the thoughts of our active , warlike , but illiterate nobility . PERCY . Does show the mood of a much - troubled breast 68 KING JOHN .
... might have been afforded as well as any where else ; but this sort of education never entered into the thoughts of our active , warlike , but illiterate nobility . PERCY . Does show the mood of a much - troubled breast 68 KING JOHN .
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387 ページ - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
228 ページ - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
163 ページ - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
230 ページ - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; 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...
63 ページ - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
102 ページ - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
315 ページ - 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.
63 ページ - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
195 ページ - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
315 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o