The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Svazek 5 |
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Strana 22
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Ay ...
... poor boy , he weeps . Const . Now shame upon you , whe'r she does , or no ! His grandam's wrongs , and not his mother's shames , Draw those heaven - moving pearls from his poor eyes , Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee ; Ay ...
Strana 23
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Thy sins are visited in this poor child ; The cannon of the law is laid on him , Being but the second generation Removed from thy sin - conceiving womb . K. John . Bedlam , have ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Thy sins are visited in this poor child ; The cannon of the law is laid on him , Being but the second generation Removed from thy sin - conceiving womb . K. John . Bedlam , have ...
Strana 37
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commo- dity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; 8 The world , who of itself is peised well , Made to run even , upon even ground ; Till this advantage , this vile drawing ...
... poor maid of that ; That smooth - faced gentleman , tickling commo- dity , - Commodity , the bias of the world ; 8 The world , who of itself is peised well , Made to run even , upon even ground ; Till this advantage , this vile drawing ...
Strana 38
... poor beggar , raileth on the rich . Well , whiles I am a beggar , I will rail , And say , there is no sin , but to be rich ; And being rich , my virtue then shall be , To say , there is no vice , but beggary : Since kings break faith ...
... poor beggar , raileth on the rich . Well , whiles I am a beggar , I will rail , And say , there is no sin , but to be rich ; And being rich , my virtue then shall be , To say , there is no vice , but beggary : Since kings break faith ...
Strana 57
... poor child is a prisoner . And , father cardinal , I have heard you say , That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; For , since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that ...
... poor child is a prisoner . And , father cardinal , I have heard you say , That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true , I shall see my boy again ; For , since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that ...
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Strana 313 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 385 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strana 163 - 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...
Strana 385 - 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.
Strana 228 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Strana 64 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strana 226 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Strana 195 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? 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...
Strana 260 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Strana 226 - 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.