The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen3J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Página 345
... Philip , but rise up more great ; Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Phil . Brother by th ' mother's fide , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land . Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got ...
... Philip , but rise up more great ; Arise Sir Richard , and Plantagenet . Phil . Brother by th ' mother's fide , give me your hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land . Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got ...
Página 346
... Philip . Phil . Philip ! -fpare me , James ; ( Phil 346 King JOHN . I fhall befeech you,— that is queftion now...
... Philip . Phil . Philip ! -fpare me , James ; ( Phil 346 King JOHN . I fhall befeech you,— that is queftion now...
Página 347
... Philip , fparrow , James . ] Thus the old Copies ; : and Mr. Pope has attempted to glofs this Reading by telling us , that Philip is the common Name for a tame Sparrow . So that then Faulconbridge would fay , Call me Philip ? You may as ...
... Philip , fparrow , James . ] Thus the old Copies ; : and Mr. Pope has attempted to glofs this Reading by telling us , that Philip is the common Name for a tame Sparrow . So that then Faulconbridge would fay , Call me Philip ? You may as ...
Página 348
... Philip , when his Mother calls him Knave , to throw off that Re- proach by humourously laying claim to his new Dignity of Knightbood ; as Bafilifco arrogantly infists on his Title of Knight in the Paffage above quoted . The old Play is ...
... Philip , when his Mother calls him Knave , to throw off that Re- proach by humourously laying claim to his new Dignity of Knightbood ; as Bafilifco arrogantly infists on his Title of Knight in the Paffage above quoted . The old Play is ...
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... Philip King of France , Lewis the Dauphin , the Archduke of Auftria , Constance , and Arthur , B LEWIS . EFORE Angiers well met , brave Auftria .. Arthur ! that great fore - runner of thy blood Richard , that robb'd the lion of his ...
... Philip King of France , Lewis the Dauphin , the Archduke of Auftria , Constance , and Arthur , B LEWIS . EFORE Angiers well met , brave Auftria .. Arthur ! that great fore - runner of thy blood Richard , that robb'd the lion of his ...
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Página 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 376 - 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 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 407 - 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.
Página 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.