The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Band 3 |
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King . What ring was yours , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the same upon your
finger . King . Know you this ring ? this ring was his of late . Dia . And this was it I
gave him , being a - bed . King . The story then goes false , you threw it him Out ...
King . What ring was yours , I pray you ? Dia . Sir , much like the same upon your
finger . King . Know you this ring ? this ring was his of late . Dia . And this was it I
gave him , being a - bed . King . The story then goes false , you threw it him Out ...
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King . How , I pray you ? Par . He did love her , Sir , as a Gentleman loves a
Woman . King . How is that ? Par . He lov'd her , Sir , and lov'd her not . King . As
thou art a knave , and no knave ; what an equivocal companion is this ? Par . I am
a ...
King . How , I pray you ? Par . He did love her , Sir , as a Gentleman loves a
Woman . King . How is that ? Par . He lov'd her , Sir , and lov'd her not . King . As
thou art a knave , and no knave ; what an equivocal companion is this ? Par . I am
a ...
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King . This ring was mine , I gave it his first wife . Dia . It might be yours , or hers ,
for aught I know . King . Take her away , I do not like her now ; To prison with her :
and away with him Unless thou tell'it me where thou hadīt this ring , Thou dieft ...
King . This ring was mine , I gave it his first wife . Dia . It might be yours , or hers ,
for aught I know . King . Take her away , I do not like her now ; To prison with her :
and away with him Unless thou tell'it me where thou hadīt this ring , Thou dieft ...
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KING John . Prince Henry , Son to the King . Arthur , Duke of Bretagne , and
Nephew to the King . Pembroke , Eflex , Salisbury , English Lords . Hubert , Bigot
, Faulconbridge , Bastard - Son to Richard the First . Robert Faulconbridge ,
suppos'd ...
KING John . Prince Henry , Son to the King . Arthur , Duke of Bretagne , and
Nephew to the King . Pembroke , Eflex , Salisbury , English Lords . Hubert , Bigot
, Faulconbridge , Bastard - Son to Richard the First . Robert Faulconbridge ,
suppos'd ...
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Kings are our fears , --until our fears resolv'd Be by some certain King . purg'd
and depos'd . Faulo . By heav'n , the Scroyles of ingiers flout you , Kings , And
stand securely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and
point At ...
Kings are our fears , --until our fears resolv'd Be by some certain King . purg'd
and depos'd . Faulo . By heav'n , the Scroyles of ingiers flout you , Kings , And
stand securely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and
point At ...
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Seite 460 - 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.
Seite 503 - 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.
Seite 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 95 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.