The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volumul 5C. Knight, 1852 |
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... play at all , to give it only in an Appendix . If we were in the habit , then , of taking upon trust what the previous editors of Shakspere have authoritatively held , we should either reject this play alto- gether , or , if we printed ...
... play at all , to give it only in an Appendix . If we were in the habit , then , of taking upon trust what the previous editors of Shakspere have authoritatively held , we should either reject this play alto- gether , or , if we printed ...
Pagina 7
... play to mark an interruption . For example , in the 4th scene of this Act , - " Thou shalt not die whiles- - - Pope suggested ( the notion looks like a joke ) to fill up the line thus : - " Than Julius Cæsar , or bright Francis Drake ...
... play to mark an interruption . For example , in the 4th scene of this Act , - " Thou shalt not die whiles- - - Pope suggested ( the notion looks like a joke ) to fill up the line thus : - " Than Julius Cæsar , or bright Francis Drake ...
Pagina 9
... play'd the coward ; He , being in the vawarda , ( placed behind , With purpose to relieve and follow them , ) Cowardly fled , not having struck one stroke . Hence grew the general wrack and massacre ; Enclosed were they with their ...
... play'd the coward ; He , being in the vawarda , ( placed behind , With purpose to relieve and follow them , ) Cowardly fled , not having struck one stroke . Hence grew the general wrack and massacre ; Enclosed were they with their ...
Pagina 20
... Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched shall France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard ; afterwards an alarum . What stir is this ? What tumult ' s in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a ...
... Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched shall France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard ; afterwards an alarum . What stir is this ? What tumult ' s in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a ...
Pagina 22
... play'd the men . CHAR . " T is Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in procession , sing her endless praise . A statelier pyramis to ...
... play'd the men . CHAR . " T is Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in procession , sing her endless praise . A statelier pyramis to ...
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Alarum ANNE Appears arms bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown dead death doth DUCH Duke of Gloster Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl ELIZ enemies England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends GENT give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade KATH King Edward KING HENRY king's lady live lord chamberlain lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Margaret MURD murther never noble Norfolk peace Plantagenet pray prince protector Pucelle quartos queen quoth realm Reignier RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shakspere shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor unto Warwick words
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Pagina 490 - 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 302 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pagina 490 - 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 491 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 492 - 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 234 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must...
Pagina 234 - So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.
Pagina 492 - 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 168 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a papermill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Pagina 492 - t ? 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...