The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Svazek 4 |
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Strana 32
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O , prudent discipline ! From north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : I'll stir them to it . - Come , away ...
... north . K. Phi . Our thunder from the south , Shall rain their drift of bullets on this town . Bast . O , prudent discipline ! From north to south , Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth : I'll stir them to it . - Come , away ...
Strana 98
... north who bring in King John in a chair . ] The old simple stage - direction merely is , " John brought in . " To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ; ] Malone quoted the following lines , under the mistaken supposition that they were by ...
... north who bring in King John in a chair . ] The old simple stage - direction merely is , " John brought in . " To thrust his icy fingers in my maw ; ] Malone quoted the following lines , under the mistaken supposition that they were by ...
Strana 133
... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces ' , Awak'd the sleeping rheum , and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : and ...
... north - east wind , Which then blew bitterly against our faces ' , Awak'd the sleeping rheum , and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a tear . K. Rich . What said our cousin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farewell : and ...
Strana 141
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York ...
... North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York ...
Strana 143
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too , for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenues . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
... North . Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is dead . Ross . And living too , for now his son is duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenues . North . Richly in both , if justice had her right . Ross . My heart is great ; but it ...
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Strana 58 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Strana 394 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst 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 236 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Eant 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.
Strana 167 - 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, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Strana 501 - 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.
Strana 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Strana 331 - Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
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 132 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat...
Strana 167 - For God'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...