The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 8
... him quick ; As thou doft swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity 6 Gl . 8 A & t 1 . KING RICHARD III . Glo. Villains, fet down the corfe; or...
... him quick ; As thou doft swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity 6 Gl . 8 A & t 1 . KING RICHARD III . Glo. Villains, fet down the corfe; or...
Pagina 10
... Doft grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous . Glo . The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou ...
... Doft grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous . Glo . The fitter for the King of heaven that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou ...
Pagina 11
... doft thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy fake ! Glo . Never came poifon from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poifon on a fouler toad . Out of my fight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes ...
... doft thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy fake ! Glo . Never came poifon from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poifon on a fouler toad . Out of my fight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes ...
Pagina 25
... doft thou scorn me for my gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart wit forrow ; And say , poor Margaret was a prophe.efs.— Live each of you the ...
... doft thou scorn me for my gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart wit forrow ; And say , poor Margaret was a prophe.efs.— Live each of you the ...
Pagina 31
... doft thou feel thy felf now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , fome certain dregs of confcience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . Come , he dies ; I had forgot the reward . 1 Murd . Where's thy ...
... doft thou feel thy felf now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , fome certain dregs of confcience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . Come , he dies ; I had forgot the reward . 1 Murd . Where's thy ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volumul 8 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1813 |
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Afide againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Athens Becauſe beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clar Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt Flav fome fool forrow foul fpeak friends fuch Gent Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath King RICHARD king's lady laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain lordſhip Lucullus madam majeſty maſter moft moſt Murd muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince queen Rich Richmond ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſpeak Stan ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe wiſh witneſs yourſelf
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Pagina 73 - 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...
Pagina 70 - 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 14 - 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 74 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 29 - 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 55 - Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha! you gods, why this? What this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout...
Pagina 38 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 71 - 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 28 - 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 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...