The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 4
... tents ; the spirits of those murdered by the tyrant ascend in succession and pour out their curses against him , and their blessings on his adversary . These apparitions are properly merely the dreams of the two generals made visible ...
... tents ; the spirits of those murdered by the tyrant ascend in succession and pour out their curses against him , and their blessings on his adversary . These apparitions are properly merely the dreams of the two generals made visible ...
Pagina 81
... tent ! Hast . Gramercy , fellow : There , drink that for me . [ Throwing him his purse . Purs . I thank your honour . [ Exit Pursuivant . Enter a Priest . Pr . Well met , my lord ; I am glad to see your honour . . Hast . I thank thee ...
... tent ! Hast . Gramercy , fellow : There , drink that for me . [ Throwing him his purse . Purs . I thank your honour . [ Exit Pursuivant . Enter a Priest . Pr . Well met , my lord ; I am glad to see your honour . . Hast . I thank thee ...
Pagina 143
... tent : Here will I lie to - night1 ; [ Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent . But where , to - morrow ? —Well , all's one for that- Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K ...
... tent : Here will I lie to - night1 ; [ Soldiers begin to set up the King's tent . But where , to - morrow ? —Well , all's one for that- Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K ...
Pagina 144
... Tent . - 1 Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set , And , by the bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow . Sir William Brandon , you shall bear my standard.- Give me some ink and paper in my tent ...
... Tent . - 1 Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set , And , by the bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow . Sir William Brandon , you shall bear my standard.- Give me some ink and paper in my tent ...
Pagina 145
... tent , the air is raw and cold . [ They withdraw into the Tent . Enter , to his Tent , KING RICHARD , NORFolk , RATCLIFF , and CATESBY . K. Rich . What is't o'clock ? Cate . It's nine o'clock . K. Rich . It's supper time , my lord : I ...
... tent , the air is raw and cold . [ They withdraw into the Tent . Enter , to his Tent , KING RICHARD , NORFolk , RATCLIFF , and CATESBY . K. Rich . What is't o'clock ? Cate . It's nine o'clock . K. Rich . It's supper time , my lord : I ...
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.