King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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William Shakespeare. And if my legs were two fuch riding - rods , My arms fuch eelfkins ftuff'd , my face fo thin , That in mine ear I durft not ftick a rofe , Left men should fay , Look , where three - farthings goes ! 8 His according ...
William Shakespeare. And if my legs were two fuch riding - rods , My arms fuch eelfkins ftuff'd , my face fo thin , That in mine ear I durft not ftick a rofe , Left men should fay , Look , where three - farthings goes ! 8 His according ...
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... fuch a picked fellow , not a haire " About his whole bulk , but it stands in print . " Again , in Love's Labour's Loft : " He is too picked , He is too picked , too spruce , " & c . Again , in Greene's Defence of Coney - catching , 1592 ...
... fuch a picked fellow , not a haire " About his whole bulk , but it stands in print . " Again , in Love's Labour's Loft : " He is too picked , He is too picked , too spruce , " & c . Again , in Greene's Defence of Coney - catching , 1592 ...
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... fuch haste , in riding robes ? What woman - poft is this ? hath fhe no husband , That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? 6 Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and James Gurney . " O me ! it is my mother : -How now , good lady ? What ...
... fuch haste , in riding robes ? What woman - poft is this ? hath fhe no husband , That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? 6 Enter Lady FAULCONBRIDGE and James Gurney . " O me ! it is my mother : -How now , good lady ? What ...
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... fuch a Phylyp Sparowe . " STEEVENS . The Bastard means : Philip ! Do you take me for a fparrow ? The fparrow is called Philip from its note . 66 -cry " Phip phip the Sparrowes as they fly . " HAWKINS . Lyly's Mother Bombie . 3 There's ...
... fuch a Phylyp Sparowe . " STEEVENS . The Bastard means : Philip ! Do you take me for a fparrow ? The fparrow is called Philip from its note . 66 -cry " Phip phip the Sparrowes as they fly . " HAWKINS . Lyly's Mother Bombie . 3 There's ...
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... fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that pale , that white - fac'd fhore , ] England is fuppofed ...
... fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that pale , that white - fac'd fhore , ] England is fuppofed ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt alfo ancient anſwer Aumerle BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin Cymbeline death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe feven fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night Northumberland obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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Página 512 - 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.
Página 112 - 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.
Página 126 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 126 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Página 570 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 547 - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Página 76 - As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Página 280 - 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...
Página 358 - 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.
Página 391 - 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, trimly...