1847. Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Pagina 4
... nature to excite a powerful sympathy ; but in the back ground , the widowed queen Margaret appears as the fury of the past , who calls forth the curse on the future ; every calamity which her enemies draw down on each other , is a ...
... nature to excite a powerful sympathy ; but in the back ground , the widowed queen Margaret appears as the fury of the past , who calls forth the curse on the future ; every calamity which her enemies draw down on each other , is a ...
Pagina 7
... nature , 1 The cognizance of Edward IV . was a sun , in memory of the three suns which are said to have appeared at ... nature , but nature that puts together things of a dis- similar kind , as a brave soul and a deformed body . Deformed ...
... nature , 1 The cognizance of Edward IV . was a sun , in memory of the three suns which are said to have appeared at ... nature , but nature that puts together things of a dis- similar kind , as a brave soul and a deformed body . Deformed ...
Pagina 16
... nature . Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here . [ She spits at him . ] Why dost thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad ...
... nature . Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here . [ She spits at him . ] Why dost thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad ...
Pagina 19
... the Tower before the burial of king Henry VI . , was in fact not confined nor put to death till March , 1477-8 , seven years afterwards . Framed in the prodigality of nature , Young , valiant SC . II . ] 19 KING RICHARD III .
... the Tower before the burial of king Henry VI . , was in fact not confined nor put to death till March , 1477-8 , seven years afterwards . Framed in the prodigality of nature , Young , valiant SC . II . ] 19 KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 20
William Shakespeare. Framed in the prodigality of nature , Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal- The spacious world cannot again afford . And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropped the golden prime of this ...
William Shakespeare. Framed in the prodigality of nature , Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal- The spacious world cannot again afford . And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropped the golden prime of this ...
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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...