The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 6
... LORD GREY , her Sons . EARL of OXFORD . LORD HASTINGS . LORD STANLEY . LORD LOVEL . SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN . SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF . SIR WILLIAM CATESBY . SIR JAMES TYRREL . SIR JAMES BLOUNT . SIR WALTER HERBERT . SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY ...
... LORD GREY , her Sons . EARL of OXFORD . LORD HASTINGS . LORD STANLEY . LORD LOVEL . SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN . SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF . SIR WILLIAM CATESBY . SIR JAMES TYRREL . SIR JAMES BLOUNT . SIR WALTER HERBERT . SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY ...
Pagina 10
... Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Glo . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what , I think , it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear ...
... Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Glo . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what , I think , it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear ...
Pagina 12
... lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them ...
... lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them ...
Pagina 15
... lord , and thee ! — Come , now , toward Chertsey with your holy load , Taken from Paul's to be interred there ; And , still as you are weary of the weight , Rest you , whiles I lament King Henry's corse . [ The Bearers take up the ...
... lord , and thee ! — Come , now , toward Chertsey with your holy load , Taken from Paul's to be interred there ; And , still as you are weary of the weight , Rest you , whiles I lament King Henry's corse . [ The Bearers take up the ...
Pagina 23
... lord ? Glo . No , to White Friars ; there attend my coming . [ Exeunt the rest , with the Corse . 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 ...
... lord ? Glo . No , to White Friars ; there attend my coming . [ Exeunt the rest , with the Corse . 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 ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
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Pagina 257 - 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 153 - 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 ! I shall despair.
Pagina 336 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Pagina 257 - 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 honors 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 40 - 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 396 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Pagina 251 - 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 259 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Pagina 261 - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 152 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.