The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... Exit Gaunt . K. Rich . We were not born to fue , but to command , Which fince we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances ...
... Exit Gaunt . K. Rich . We were not born to fue , but to command , Which fince we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances ...
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... Exit . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heaven banish'd as from hence ! But what thou art , heav'n , thou , and I do know , And all too foon , I fear , the King ...
... Exit . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heaven banish'd as from hence ! But what thou art , heav'n , thou , and I do know , And all too foon , I fear , the King ...
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... Exit . Aum . Coufin , farewel ; what prefence must not know , From where you do remain , let paper show . Mar , My lord , no leave take Ì ; for I will ride As far as land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost ...
... Exit . Aum . Coufin , farewel ; what prefence must not know , From where you do remain , let paper show . Mar , My lord , no leave take Ì ; for I will ride As far as land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost ...
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... Exit . Aum . Coufin , farewel ; what presence must not know , From where you do remain , let paper fhow . Mar. My lord , no leave take I ; for I will ride As far as land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost ...
... Exit . Aum . Coufin , farewel ; what presence must not know , From where you do remain , let paper fhow . Mar. My lord , no leave take I ; for I will ride As far as land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost ...
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... Exit , borne out . K. Rich . And let them die , that Age and Sullens have ; For both haft thou , and both become the Grave . York . I do befeech your Majefty , impute His words to wayward ficklinefs , and age : He loves you , on my life ...
... Exit , borne out . K. Rich . And let them die , that Age and Sullens have ; For both haft thou , and both become the Grave . York . I do befeech your Majefty , impute His words to wayward ficklinefs , and age : He loves you , on my life ...
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Стр. 165 - tis no matter; 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
Стр. 99 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
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Стр. 223 - With deaf'ning clamours 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.