The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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Pagina 2
... hate the one against the other : ng Edward be as true and just , btle , falfe , and treacherous , hould Clarence closely be mew'd up ; rophecy , which fays - that G ' s heirs the murderer fhall be . ghts , down to my foul ! here ...
... hate the one against the other : ng Edward be as true and just , btle , falfe , and treacherous , hould Clarence closely be mew'd up ; rophecy , which fays - that G ' s heirs the murderer fhall be . ghts , down to my foul ! here ...
Pagina 7
... hated ' That makes us wretched by the dea Than I can wish to adders , fpiders , Or any creeping venom'd thing that If ever he have child , abortive be it Prodigious , and untimely brought t Whofe ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the ...
... hated ' That makes us wretched by the dea Than I can wish to adders , fpiders , Or any creeping venom'd thing that If ever he have child , abortive be it Prodigious , and untimely brought t Whofe ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the ...
Pagina 14
... hate ; n her mouth , tears in her eyes , witness of her hatred by ; er confcience , and thefe bars against me , ends to back my fuit withal , devil , and diffembling looks , in her , -all the world to nothing ! ot already that brave ...
... hate ; n her mouth , tears in her eyes , witness of her hatred by ; er confcience , and thefe bars against me , ends to back my fuit withal , devil , and diffembling looks , in her , -all the world to nothing ! ot already that brave ...
Pagina 21
... hatred now on Did York's dread curfe prevail fo much That Henry's death , my lovely Edwar Their kingdom's lofs , my woful bani Could all but answer for that peevish b Can curfes pierce the clouds , and ente Why , then give way , dull ...
... hatred now on Did York's dread curfe prevail fo much That Henry's death , my lovely Edwar Their kingdom's lofs , my woful bani Could all but answer for that peevish b Can curfes pierce the clouds , and ente Why , then give way , dull ...
Pagina 25
... hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . Haft . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had ...
... hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . Haft . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt flain Flav fleep fome fool forrow foul fpirit friends fuch Gent Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam maſter Moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince promiſe queen Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe yourſelf
Pasaje populare
Pagina 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pagina 65 - 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 12 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pagina 67 - 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...
Pagina 27 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 64 - 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 26 - 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 64 - 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.