The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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Pagina 4
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; So , in Drayton's Miferies of Queen Margaret : • Three funs were feen that inftant to appear , " Which foon again fhut themselves up in one , Ready to buckle as the armies were , And " Which this brave ...
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; So , in Drayton's Miferies of Queen Margaret : • Three funs were feen that inftant to appear , " Which foon again fhut themselves up in one , Ready to buckle as the armies were , And " Which this brave ...
Pagina 6
... hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word diffembling ; as is evident from the following extract : " Whyle thinges toode in this case , and " that the manner of addyng was fometime too fhort and fome- time ...
... hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word diffembling ; as is evident from the following extract : " Whyle thinges toode in this case , and " that the manner of addyng was fometime too fhort and fome- time ...
Pagina 7
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what caufe ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He fhould , for that , commit your godfathers : O , belike , his ...
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what caufe ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He fhould , for that , commit your godfathers : O , belike , his ...
Pagina 9
... hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a paffing pleafing tongue ; That the queen's kindred are made gentle - folks ; How fay you , fir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo ...
... hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a paffing pleafing tongue ; That the queen's kindred are made gentle - folks ; How fay you , fir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo ...
Pagina 11
... hath kept an evil diet long , And over - much confum'd his royal perfon ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon .. What , is he in his bed ? Haft . He is . Glo . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Haftings . He cannot live ...
... hath kept an evil diet long , And over - much confum'd his royal perfon ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon .. What , is he in his bed ? Haft . He is . Glo . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Haftings . He cannot live ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Twenty-One Volumes. with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Isaac Reed Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2015 |
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Pagina 238 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 42 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Pagina 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pagina 21 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 280 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 284 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Pagina 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Pagina 280 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.