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Pagina 6
Each following day Became the next day's master , till the last Made former wonders it's : To - day , the French , All clinquant * , all in gold , like heathen gods , Shone down the English : and , tomorrow , they Made Britain , India ...
Each following day Became the next day's master , till the last Made former wonders it's : To - day , the French , All clinquant * , all in gold , like heathen gods , Shone down the English : and , tomorrow , they Made Britain , India ...
Pagina 32
Lead on , o'God's game . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever ang malice in your heart Were hid against me , vow to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovell , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I ...
Lead on , o'God's game . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever ang malice in your heart Were hid against me , vow to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovell , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I ...
Pagina 33
Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor'd me to my honours , and out of ruins ...
Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor'd me to my honours , and out of ruins ...
Pagina 41
0 , God's will ! much better , She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrelt , fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady !
0 , God's will ! much better , She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrelt , fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady !
Pagina 47
... against mine honour aught , My bond to wedlock , or my love and duty , Against your sacred person , in God's name , Turo me away ; and let the foul'st contempt Shut door upon me , and so give me up To the sharpest kind of justice .
... against mine honour aught , My bond to wedlock , or my love and duty , Against your sacred person , in God's name , Turo me away ; and let the foul'st contempt Shut door upon me , and so give me up To the sharpest kind of justice .
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Agam Ajax answer Apem arms bear better blood bring cardinal cause comes Coriolanus Cres death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall fear fight follow fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector highness hold honour I'll keep king lady leave live look lord Marcius master means meet nature never noble o'the once peace poor pray present queen Rome SCENE Senators Sero Servant serve soul speak stand stay strange sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's thing thou thou art thought Timon tongue Troilus Troy true truth Ulyss voices What's worthy
Pasaje populare
Pagina 72 - 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 175 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Pagina 72 - 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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 299 - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Pagina 285 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pagina 75 - 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 431 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 74 - 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...
Pagina 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pagina 72 - 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.
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| Titlu | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volumul 6 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Publicată | 1811 |
| Exemplar original de la | Universitatea Oxford |
| Scanată la | 3 Iul 2007 |
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