The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ediția 9 |
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Pagina 34
Peace , master marquis , you are malapert : Your fire - new stamp of honour is scarce current : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake ...
Peace , master marquis , you are malapert : Your fire - new stamp of honour is scarce current : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake ...
Pagina 76
Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights ? Mess . So it should seem by that I have to say . First , he commends him to your noble lordship . Hast . And then ,Mess . And then he sends you word , he dreamt To - night the boar had rased ...
Cannot thy master sleep the tedious nights ? Mess . So it should seem by that I have to say . First , he commends him to your noble lordship . Hast . And then ,Mess . And then he sends you word , he dreamt To - night the boar had rased ...
Pagina 77
Go , bid thy master rise and come to me ; And we will both together to the Tower , Where , he shall see , the boar will use us kindly . Mess . I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . [ Exit . Enter CATESBY . Cate .
Go , bid thy master rise and come to me ; And we will both together to the Tower , Where , he shall see , the boar will use us kindly . Mess . I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . [ Exit . Enter CATESBY . Cate .
Pagina 78
But I shall laugh at this a twelve - month hence ,That they , who brought me in my master's hate , I live to look upon their tragedy . Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing ...
But I shall laugh at this a twelve - month hence ,That they , who brought me in my master's hate , I live to look upon their tragedy . Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing ...
Pagina 84
... His master's child , as worshipfully he terms it , Shall lose the royalty of England's throne . Buck . Withdraw yourself awhile , I'll go with you . [ Exeunt Glo , and Buck . Stan . We have not yet set down this day 84 KING RICHARD ...
... His master's child , as worshipfully he terms it , Shall lose the royalty of England's throne . Buck . Withdraw yourself awhile , I'll go with you . [ Exeunt Glo , and Buck . Stan . We have not yet set down this day 84 KING RICHARD ...
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Achilles Agam Ajax Anne arms bear better bless blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cardinal cause Cham comes conscience Cres dare dead death doth doubt duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear follows friends Gent gentle give grace hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector highness hold holy honour hope hour I'll Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam master mean mind Murd never night noble once peace person play pleasure poor pray present prince queen Rich Richard royal SCENE soul speak stand sweet tell thank thee Ther There's thing Thomas thou thought tongue Troilus Troy true truth Ulyss wife York young
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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...
Informații bibliografice
| Titlu | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ediția 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Exemplar original de la | Biblioteca publică din New York |
| Scanată la | 3 ian. 2007 |
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