The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... common reading absurdly enough ; which made the Oxford editor , instead of fright fair peace , read , be affrighted ; as if these latter words could ever , possibly , have been blundered into the former by transcribers . But his ...
... common reading absurdly enough ; which made the Oxford editor , instead of fright fair peace , read , be affrighted ; as if these latter words could ever , possibly , have been blundered into the former by transcribers . But his ...
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... common text , put them into their place . Whereas , in truth , the five lines were omitted by Shakspeare himself , as not agreeing to the rest of the context ; which , on revise , he thought fit to alter . On this account I have put ...
... common text , put them into their place . Whereas , in truth , the five lines were omitted by Shakspeare himself , as not agreeing to the rest of the context ; which , on revise , he thought fit to alter . On this account I have put ...
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... common air , Have I deserved at your highness ' hand . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must forego : And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or like a ...
... common air , Have I deserved at your highness ' hand . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must forego : And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or a harp ; Or like a ...
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... common people : - How he did seem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesy ; What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; Wooing poor craftsmen , with the craft of smiles , And patient underbearing of his fortune ...
... common people : - How he did seem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtesy ; What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; Wooing poor craftsmen , with the craft of smiles , And patient underbearing of his fortune ...
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... common fame ranne , that the kinge had letten to farm the realme unto Sir William Scrope , earle of Wiltshire , and then treasurer of England , to Syr John Bushey , Sir John Bagot , and Sir Henry Grene , knightes . " Malone . 1 With ...
... common fame ranne , that the kinge had letten to farm the realme unto Sir William Scrope , earle of Wiltshire , and then treasurer of England , to Syr John Bushey , Sir John Bagot , and Sir Henry Grene , knightes . " Malone . 1 With ...
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ancient arms Aumerle Bagot banish Bardolph Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke Bushy called cousin crown death dost doth Douglas Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair Falstaff Farewel father fear folio Gadshill Gaunt Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry VI Hereford Holinshed honour horse Hotspur Jack Johnson King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady lord majesty Malone Mason means Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Peto play Poins Pope prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich Ritson royal sack says scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir John Oldcastle soul speak speech Steevens suppose sweet tell thee Theobald Thomas thou art thou hast tongue true uncle villain Warburton Welsh hook word York
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Seite 40 - 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...
Seite 118 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? 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...
Seite 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Seite 313 - 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
Seite 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Seite 79 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Seite 80 - 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...
Seite 174 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman...
Seite 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Seite 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.