1847. Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Pagina 13
... God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries ; O , gentlemen ...
... God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds , Behold this pattern of thy butcheries ; O , gentlemen ...
Pagina 20
... God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz . If he were dead , what would betide of me ? Grey . No other harm , but loss of such a lord . Q. Eliz . The loss of such a lord includes all ...
... God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz . If he were dead , what would betide of me ? Grey . No other harm , but loss of such a lord . Q. Eliz . The loss of such a lord includes all ...
Pagina 30
... God's ? 1 [ Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why liberty . muse , why she's at Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My ...
... God's ? 1 [ Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why liberty . muse , why she's at Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My ...
Pagina 37
... God's name , what art thou ? 1 Murd . A man , as you are . Clar . But not , as I am , royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks ...
... God's name , what art thou ? 1 Murd . A man , as you are . Clar . But not , as I am , royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks ...
Pagina 38
... God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend . 1 Murd . How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us , When thou hast ...
... God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend . 1 Murd . How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us , When thou hast ...
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Pagina 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 201 - 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pagina 201 - 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 honors 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 263 - 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. Then every thing includes itself in power,...
Pagina 203 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you ? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Pagina 34 - Who 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 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 135 - 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 306 - Perseverance, dear my lord, 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, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path...
Pagina 203 - 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, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...