The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, المجلد 4 |
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الصفحة 43
... North . I am a ftranger here in Glo'ftershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearifome , And yet your fair difcourfe has been as fugar , Making the hard way fweet and delectable ...
... North . I am a ftranger here in Glo'ftershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearifome , And yet your fair difcourfe has been as fugar , Making the hard way fweet and delectable ...
الصفحة 44
... 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 . gungh dolu v'cold North . Why , is he not with ...
... 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 . gungh dolu v'cold North . Why , is he not with ...
الصفحة 45
... North . Here comes the lords of Rofs and Willoughby , Bloody with fpurring , fiery - red with hafte .. Boling . Welcome , my lords ; I wot , your love purfues A banish'd traitor ; all my Treafury Is yet but unfelt thanks , which , more ...
... North . Here comes the lords of Rofs and Willoughby , Bloody with fpurring , fiery - red with hafte .. Boling . Welcome , my lords ; I wot , your love purfues A banish'd traitor ; all my Treafury Is yet but unfelt thanks , which , more ...
الصفحة 47
... and li- neal fucceffion ? I am Duke of Landafter by the fame right of birth as the King is king of Eng- land . To mine Inheritance of free Defcent . North . The 4 Το KING RICHARD II . 47 Now prifoner to the palfie, chaftife thee, ...
... and li- neal fucceffion ? I am Duke of Landafter by the fame right of birth as the King is king of Eng- land . To mine Inheritance of free Defcent . North . The 4 Το KING RICHARD II . 47 Now prifoner to the palfie, chaftife thee, ...
الصفحة 48
... North . The noble Duke hath fworn , his Coming is But for his own ; and , for the Right of That , We all have strongly fworn to give him aid ; And let him ne'er fee joy , that breaks that oath . York . Well , well , I fee the iffue of ...
... North . The noble Duke hath fworn , his Coming is But for his own ; and , for the Right of That , We all have strongly fworn to give him aid ; And let him ne'er fee joy , that breaks that oath . York . Well , well , I fee the iffue of ...
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الصفحة 134 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
الصفحة 287 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 111 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
الصفحة 28 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, Is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
الصفحة 299 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
الصفحة 215 - 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
الصفحة 468 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
الصفحة 406 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
الصفحة 407 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
الصفحة 28 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...