The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Tom 5 |
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Strona 6
... honours die ! Shall Henry's Conqueft , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ? O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
... honours die ! Shall Henry's Conqueft , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ? O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
Strona 7
... honour of this warlike ifle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King ...
... honour of this warlike ifle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King ...
Strona 9
... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the publick good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's ...
... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the publick good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's ...
Strona 12
... honours of the world ? It fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame , Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold . What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both ...
... honours of the world ? It fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame , Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold . What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both ...
Strona 13
... honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what , my Lord ! are you fo cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo ...
... honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what , my Lord ! are you fo cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo ...
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