The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text: But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825 |
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Pagina 2
... Brothers to the RICHARD , duke of Gloster , after- king . GEORGE , duke of Clarence , wards King RICHARD III . A young Son ... Brother to King Edward's Queen . MARQUIS OF DORSET , and LORD GREY , her sons . EARL OF Oxford . LORD HASTINGS ...
... Brothers to the RICHARD , duke of Gloster , after- king . GEORGE , duke of Clarence , wards King RICHARD III . A young Son ... Brother to King Edward's Queen . MARQUIS OF DORSET , and LORD GREY , her sons . EARL OF Oxford . LORD HASTINGS ...
Pagina 4
... brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other : And if king Edward be as true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up ; About a prophecy , which ...
... brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other : And if king Edward be as true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up ; About a prophecy , which ...
Pagina 5
... brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver❜d ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred ...
... brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver❜d ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred ...
Pagina 6
... brother dubb'd them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips in this monarchy . Brak . I beseech your graces both to pardon me ; His majesty hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree soever ...
... brother dubb'd them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips in this monarchy . Brak . I beseech your graces both to pardon me ; His majesty hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree soever ...
Pagina 19
... Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not provok'd by any ... brothers , and myself , Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill - will , and so remove it ...
... Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not provok'd by any ... brothers , and myself , Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather The ground of your ill - will , and so remove it ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cran Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor noble Norfolk Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow Tower Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto WOLSEY
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Pagina 252 - ... Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 252 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pagina 310 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.
Pagina 196 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 291 - I do not strain at the position, It is familiar ; but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance7, expressly proves — That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others ; Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and...
Pagina 198 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all, that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 206 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity!
Pagina 117 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 197 - O, how wretched 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.
Pagina 199 - 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.