The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 19F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Pagina 35
... BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. ELIZ . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say ― amen . Yet , Stanley ...
... BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. ELIZ . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say ― amen . Yet , Stanley ...
Pagina 36
... BUCK . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. ELIZ . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Ay , madam * : he desires to make atone- ment 4 Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them ...
... BUCK . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. ELIZ . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Ay , madam * : he desires to make atone- ment 4 Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them ...
Pagina 44
... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it " . Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it " . Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
Pagina 50
... BUCK . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. MAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , - And ...
... BUCK . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. MAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , - And ...
Pagina 51
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
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ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 427 - 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 495 - 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...
Pagina 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Pagina 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 305 - 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 449 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Pagina 428 - 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 427 - 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 54 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.