The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Richard the Third. Henry the Eighth. CoriolanusCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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Pagina 10
... , and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen , a Pursui- vant , Scrivener , Citizens , Murderers , Messengers , Ghosts , Soldiers , & c . SCENE , England . LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD III . ACT I. PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... , and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen , a Pursui- vant , Scrivener , Citizens , Murderers , Messengers , Ghosts , Soldiers , & c . SCENE , England . LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD III . ACT I. PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
Pagina 46
... Citizens , meeting . 1 Cit . Good - morrow , neighbour : Whither away so fast ? [ 8 ] Edward the young prince , in his father's lifetime , and at his demise , kept his household at Ludlow , as Prince of Wales ; under the governance of ...
... Citizens , meeting . 1 Cit . Good - morrow , neighbour : Whither away so fast ? [ 8 ] Edward the young prince , in his father's lifetime , and at his demise , kept his household at Ludlow , as Prince of Wales ; under the governance of ...
Pagina 47
... Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; God help , the while ! 3 Cit . Then , masters , look to see a ...
... Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; God help , the while ! 3 Cit . Then , masters , look to see a ...
Pagina 64
... citizens , who , haply , may you Misconstrue us in him , and wail his death . May . But , my good lord , your grace's word shall serve , As well as I had seen , and heard him speak : And do not doubt , right noble princes both , But I ...
... citizens , who , haply , may you Misconstrue us in him , and wail his death . May . But , my good lord , your grace's word shall serve , As well as I had seen , and heard him speak : And do not doubt , right noble princes both , But I ...
Pagina 65
... citizen , Only for saying he would make his son Heir to the crown ; meaning , indeed , his house , Which , by the sign thereof , was termed so . Moreover , urge his hateful luxury , And bestial appetite in change of lust ; Which stretch ...
... citizen , Only for saying he would make his son Heir to the crown ; meaning , indeed , his house , Which , by the sign thereof , was termed so . Moreover , urge his hateful luxury , And bestial appetite in change of lust ; Which stretch ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 169 - 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 forever 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 169 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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...
Pagina 165 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd 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 102 - 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 172 - ... 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 178 - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not \ But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford...
Pagina 169 - 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 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pagina 32 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 197 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.