The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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Pagina 15
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone.3 1 Well struck in years ; ] This odd expression in our language was preceded by others as uncouth though of a similar kind . Thus , in Arthur Hall's translation ...
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone.3 1 Well struck in years ; ] This odd expression in our language was preceded by others as uncouth though of a similar kind . Thus , in Arthur Hall's translation ...
Pagina 44
... doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she ' s at liberty.1 Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q ...
... doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she ' s at liberty.1 Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q ...
Pagina 54
... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death , is most ...
... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death , is most ...
Pagina 55
... doth he hurl on thee , For false forswearing , and for murder too : Thou didst receive the sacrament , to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with ...
... doth he hurl on thee , For false forswearing , and for murder too : Thou didst receive the sacrament , to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with ...
Pagina 57
... doth , when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven . 2 Murd . Make peace with God , for you must die , my lord . Clar . Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul , To counsel me to make my peace with God , And ...
... doth , when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven . 2 Murd . Make peace with God , for you must die , my lord . Clar . Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul , To counsel me to make my peace with God , And ...
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ancient Anne archbishop Ben Jonson bishop blood brother Buck Buckingham called cardinal Cates Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience crown curse daughter death devil doth Duch duke Earl Earl of Richmond editors Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends Gent gentlemen give Gloster grace Hanmer hath heart heaven Henry VIII Holinshed holy honour Johnson Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovel madam Malone Mason means mother Murd never night noble Norfolk old copy passage person play Polydore Virgil pray prince quarto queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff Rich Richmond Ritson royal scene Shakspeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer soul speak Stan Stanley Steevens tell thee Theobald thou Tower unto Vice Warburton wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 285 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 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.
Pagina 10 - 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...
Pagina 304 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, 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.
Pagina 205 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Pagina 9 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Pagina 45 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Pagina 47 - 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 173 - 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 290 - 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 ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pagina 289 - 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.