The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumul 19R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Pagina 18
... fear him mightily . GLO . Now , by Saint Paul , this news is bad indeed . O , he hath kept an evil diet1 long , And over - much consum'd his royal person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? HAST . He is ...
... fear him mightily . GLO . Now , by Saint Paul , this news is bad indeed . O , he hath kept an evil diet1 long , And over - much consum'd his royal person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? HAST . He is ...
Pagina 19
... fear your wise brains take key - cold . " 66 Again , in The Country Girl , by T. B. 1647 : " The key - cold figure of a man . " Again , in our author's Rape of Lucrece : STEEVENS . " And then in key - cold Lucrece ' bleeding stream " He ...
... fear your wise brains take key - cold . " 66 Again , in The Country Girl , by T. B. 1647 : " The key - cold figure of a man . " Again , in our author's Rape of Lucrece : STEEVENS . " And then in key - cold Lucrece ' bleeding stream " He ...
Pagina 29
... fear me , both are false . GLO . Then never man was true . * Quarto 1597 , bosom . † Quarto 1597 , ' Twas I that killed your husband . Quarto 1597 , ' Twas I that killed King Henry . § Quarto 1597 , Tush , that . 7 But ' twas thy beauty ...
... fear me , both are false . GLO . Then never man was true . * Quarto 1597 , bosom . † Quarto 1597 , ' Twas I that killed your husband . Quarto 1597 , ' Twas I that killed King Henry . § Quarto 1597 , Tush , that . 7 But ' twas thy beauty ...
Pagina 36
... fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . GLO . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : - Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By ...
... fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . GLO . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : - Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By ...
Pagina 76
... fear , thy justice will take hold On me , and you , and mine , and yours , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet ' . O , poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , HASTINGS , RIVERS , DORSET , and GREY . GLO . This is the fruit ...
... fear , thy justice will take hold On me , and you , and mine , and yours , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet ' . O , poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , HASTINGS , RIVERS , DORSET , and GREY . GLO . This is the fruit ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
Pasaje populare
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 495 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pagina 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 433 - 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 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 9 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pagina 427 - 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.
Pagina 305 - 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 397 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.