The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumul 19R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... wife , and the contention of the two houses of Lancaster and Yorke . " This could not have been the work of Shakspeare , unless he afterwards dismissed the death of Jane Shore , as an unnecessary incident , when he revised the play ...
... wife , and the contention of the two houses of Lancaster and Yorke . " This could not have been the work of Shakspeare , unless he afterwards dismissed the death of Jane Shore , as an unnecessary incident , when he revised the play ...
Pagina 13
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity ' . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there " , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day ...
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity ' . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there " , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day ...
Pagina 14
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the queen's kindred3 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? ] BRAK . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do ...
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the queen's kindred3 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? ] BRAK . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do ...
Pagina 16
... wife , — sister . " I will solicit for you , though it should be at the expence of so much degradation and constraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a sister . But by slipping , as it were casually , widow , into the ...
... wife , — sister . " I will solicit for you , though it should be at the expence of so much degradation and constraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a sister . But by slipping , as it were casually , widow , into the ...
Pagina 19
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made ...
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made ...
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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
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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.