The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 11C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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Pagina 35
... murd'rous villain , and so still thou art . Glo . Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for ...
... murd'rous villain , and so still thou art . Glo . Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for ...
Pagina 46
... Murd . We are , my lord , and come to have the war- rant , That we may be admitted where he is . Glo . Well thought upon , I have it here about me : [ Gives the Warrant . When you have done , repair to Crosby - place . But , sirs , be ...
... Murd . We are , my lord , and come to have the war- rant , That we may be admitted where he is . Glo . Well thought upon , I have it here about me : [ Gives the Warrant . When you have done , repair to Crosby - place . But , sirs , be ...
Pagina 50
... Murd . Ho ! who ' s here ? Brak . What would'st thou , fellow ? and how cam'st thou hither ? 3 my guiltless wife , ] The wife of Clarence died before he was apprehended and confined in the Tower . See p . 47 , n . 8 . Malone . 41 pray ...
... Murd . Ho ! who ' s here ? Brak . What would'st thou , fellow ? and how cam'st thou hither ? 3 my guiltless wife , ] The wife of Clarence died before he was apprehended and confined in the Tower . See p . 47 , n . 8 . Malone . 41 pray ...
Pagina 51
... Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief , than tedious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more.R [ A Paper ... Murd . You may , sir ; ' tis a point of wisdom : Fare you well . [ Exit BRAK . 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he ...
... Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief , than tedious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more.R [ A Paper ... Murd . You may , sir ; ' tis a point of wisdom : Fare you well . [ Exit BRAK . 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he ...
Pagina 52
... Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . Come , he dies ; I had forgot the reward . 1 Murd . Where ' s thy conscience now ? 2 Murd . In the duke ...
... Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . Come , he dies ; I had forgot the reward . 1 Murd . Where ' s thy conscience now ? 2 Murd . In the duke ...
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Pagina 283 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Pagina 197 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Pagina 283 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 283 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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...
Pagina 183 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Pagina 183 - 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 283 - 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 14 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable 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, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover.
Pagina 283 - So excellent in art and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God Kath.
Pagina 283 - 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.