The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Volumul 7 |
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Pagina 13
... God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing cries ... God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his death ! O earth , which this blood drink'st , revenge his death ! Either ...
... God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing cries ... God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his death ! O earth , which this blood drink'st , revenge his death ! Either ...
Pagina 20
... God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz . If he were dead , what would betide of me ? Grey . No other harm , but loss of such a lord . Q. Eliz . The loss of such a lord includes all ...
... God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz . If he were dead , what would betide of me ? Grey . No other harm , but loss of such a lord . Q. Eliz . The loss of such a lord includes all ...
Pagina 30
... God's ! [ Exit . Hast . 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 too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof ...
... God's ! [ Exit . Hast . 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 too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof ...
Pagina 37
... God's name , what art thou ? 1 Murd . A man , as you are . Clar . But not , as I am , royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks ...
... God's name , what art thou ? 1 Murd . A man , as you are . Clar . But not , as I am , royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks ...
Pagina 39
... God , Didst break that vow : and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and de- fend . 1 Murd . How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us , 8 When thou ...
... God , Didst break that vow : and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and de- fend . 1 Murd . How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us , 8 When thou ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
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Pagina 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pagina 214 - 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 214 - 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. 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 217 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 217 - 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 ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pagina 215 - I am fallen indeed. CROM. How does your grace ? WOL. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 217 - And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Pagina 467 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Pagina 140 - 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 251 - That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd, and fear'd : 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.