“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 8Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1806 |
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... Richard . — Sirrah , speak , What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , father ; like my With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ...
... Richard . — Sirrah , speak , What doth move you to claim your brother's land ? Bast . Because he hath a half - face , father ; like my With that half - face would he have all my land : A half - faced groat five hundred pound a year ...
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... Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away . Eli . The very ...
... Richard , and Plantagenet . Bast . Brother by the mother's side , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , sir Robert was away . Eli . The very ...
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... Richard ; we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than Bast , need . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i'the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better that I was ...
... Richard ; we must speed For France , for France ; for it is more than Bast , need . Brother , adieu ; Good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i'the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but the Bastard . A foot of honour better that I was ...
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... Richard's hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart 1 thank thee for my father : Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his ...
... Richard's hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart 1 thank thee for my father : Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll send his ...
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... Richard , what think you ? Have you beheld , Or have you read , or heard ? or could you think ? Or do you almost think , although you see , That you do see ? could thought , without this ob- ject , Form such another ? This is the very ...
... Richard , what think you ? Have you beheld , Or have you read , or heard ? or could you think ? Or do you almost think , although you see , That you do see ? could thought , without this ob- ject , Form such another ? This is the very ...
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Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aumerle Austria Bagot banish'd Bast Bastard Bishop of Carlisle Blanch blood Boling Bolingbroke breath Bushy called castle Const Constance cousin crown Dauphin death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Austria Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Earl earth England Enter King Exeunt eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear France Gaunt give grief hand hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Hereford Holinshed honour Hubert James Gurney John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John King Richard Lady land Liege live Lord Majesty MALONE MASON means mother night noble Norfolk Northumberland oath old copy Pand Pandulph passage peace Pemb Percy Philip Pope Prince Queen Rich RITSON royal Salisbury scene Shakspeare shame Sir Robert sorrow soul speak STEEVENS sweet tears thee THEOBALD thine Thomas Arundell thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle WARBURTON word York
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Página 127 - 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...
Página 55 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 156 - And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 64 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 164 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Página 61 - 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.
Página 188 - Richard ; no man cried, 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, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 153 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.