The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ediția 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 45
... Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand , To hurl upon their heads that break his law . 2 Murd . And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee , For false forswearing , and for murder too : Thou KING RICHARD III . 45.
... Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand , To hurl upon their heads that break his law . 2 Murd . And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee , For false forswearing , and for murder too : Thou KING RICHARD III . 45.
Pagina 56
... head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me both ; I do lament the sickness of the king , As loath to lose him , not your father's death It were ...
... head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me both ; I do lament the sickness of the king , As loath to lose him , not your father's death It were ...
Pagina 75
... Crosby - place , there shall you find us both . [ Exit Catesby . Buck . Now , my lord , what shall we do , if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat KING RICHARD III . 75.
... Crosby - place , there shall you find us both . [ Exit Catesby . Buck . Now , my lord , what shall we do , if we perceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat KING RICHARD III . 75.
Pagina 76
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat we will do :And , look , when I am king , claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford , and all the moveables Whereof the king my brother was ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat we will do :And , look , when I am king , claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford , and all the moveables Whereof the king my brother was ...
Pagina 79
... head upon the bridge . [ Aside . Hast . I know , they do ; and I have well deserv'd it . Enter STANLEY . Come on , come on , where is your boar - spear , man ? Fear you the boar , and go so unprovided ? Stan . My lord , good morrow ...
... head upon the bridge . [ Aside . Hast . I know , they do ; and I have well deserv'd it . Enter STANLEY . Come on , come on , where is your boar - spear , man ? Fear you the boar , and go so unprovided ? Stan . My lord , good morrow ...
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Pagina 257 - 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.
Pagina 347 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 401 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pagina 269 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pagina 36 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pagina 346 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Pagina 171 - 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 425 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 346 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
Pagina 260 - 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...