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 11
... soul and a deformed body . Warburton . Dissembling is here put very licentiously for fraudful , deceitful . Fohnson . Dr. Johnson hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word dissembling ; as is evident from ...
... soul and a deformed body . Warburton . Dissembling is here put very licentiously for fraudful , deceitful . Fohnson . Dr. Johnson hath certainly mistaken , and Dr. Warburton rightly explained the word dissembling ; as is evident from ...
Pagina 13
... soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to ...
... soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to ...
Pagina 17
... soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver❜d Hastings ? Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are ...
... soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver❜d Hastings ? Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are ...
Pagina 20
... soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing ...
... soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing ...
Pagina 22
... soul's throat thou liest ; queen Marga- ret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous ...
... soul's throat thou liest ; queen Marga- ret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous ...
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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.