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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Peace , I will stop your mouth Kiling her . Pedro . How dost thou , Benedick , the
married inan ? Bene . I'll tell thee what , Prince ; a College of witcrackers cannot
fout me out of my humour : doft think , I care for a satire , or an epigram ? no : if a ...
Peace , I will stop your mouth Kiling her . Pedro . How dost thou , Benedick , the
married inan ? Bene . I'll tell thee what , Prince ; a College of witcrackers cannot
fout me out of my humour : doft think , I care for a satire , or an epigram ? no : if a ...
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Peace be to France , if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our
own ; If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heav'n . Whilst we , God's
wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heav'n .
Peace be to France , if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our
own ; If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heav'n . Whilst we , God's
wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heav'n .
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The latest breath , that gave the sound of words , Was deep - sworn faith , peace ,
amity , true love , Between our kingdoms and our royal Selves . And even before
this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands To ...
The latest breath , that gave the sound of words , Was deep - sworn faith , peace ,
amity , true love , Between our kingdoms and our royal Selves . And even before
this truce , but new before , No longer than we well could wash our hands To ...
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K. John . Cousin , away for England ; hafte before , ( To Faulconbridge . And , ere
our coming , see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots ; their imprison'd
angels Ser thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace ? Must by the hungry now be fed
upon ...
K. John . Cousin , away for England ; hafte before , ( To Faulconbridge . And , ere
our coming , see thou shake the bags Of hoarding Abbots ; their imprison'd
angels Ser thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace ? Must by the hungry now be fed
upon ...
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You taught me how to know the face of Right , Acquainted me with int'rest to this
Land ; Yea , thrust this enterprize into my heart : And come ye now , to tell me
John hath made His peace with Rome ? what is that peace to me ? 1 , by the
honour ...
You taught me how to know the face of Right , Acquainted me with int'rest to this
Land ; Yea , thrust this enterprize into my heart : And come ye now , to tell me
John hath made His peace with Rome ? what is that peace to me ? 1 , by the
honour ...
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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.