The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... comes too late . Mowb . Then thus I turn me from my Country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with ye . Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands ; Swear by the duty that ...
... comes too late . Mowb . Then thus I turn me from my Country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with ye . Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands ; Swear by the duty that ...
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... come , that I may breathe my laft W1 In wholesome counfel to his unftay'd youth ? York . Vex not your felf , nor ftrive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying ...
... come , that I may breathe my laft W1 In wholesome counfel to his unftay'd youth ? York . Vex not your felf , nor ftrive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying ...
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... come to make him lofe at home . Here am I left to underprop this Land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport my felf . Now comes the fick hour , that his furfeit made ; Now fhall he try his friends , that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
... come to make him lofe at home . Here am I left to underprop this Land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport my felf . Now comes the fick hour , that his furfeit made ; Now fhall he try his friends , that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
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... Come rufhing on this woful land at once ! I know not what to do : I would to heav'n , ( So my untruth had not provok'd him to it ) The King had cut off my head with my brother's . What , are there pofts difpatch'd for Ireland ? How ...
... Come rufhing on this woful land at once ! I know not what to do : I would to heav'n , ( So my untruth had not provok'd him to it ) The King had cut off my head with my brother's . What , are there pofts difpatch'd for Ireland ? How ...
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... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my Lord , t'have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he ...
... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my Lord , t'have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he ...
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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.