The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumul 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 97
... Rich . Stand all apart . Cousin of Bucking- ham , - Buck . My gracious sovereign . K. Rich . Give me thy hand . Thus high , by thy advice , And thy assistance , is king Richard seated : — But shall we wear these glories for a day ? Or ...
... Rich . Stand all apart . Cousin of Bucking- ham , - Buck . My gracious sovereign . K. Rich . Give me thy hand . Thus high , by thy advice , And thy assistance , is king Richard seated : — But shall we wear these glories for a day ? Or ...
Pagina 98
... Rich . Why , Buckingham , I say , I would be king . Buck . Why , so you are , my thrice - renowned liege . K. Rich . Ha ! am I king ? ' Tis so : but Edward lives . Buck . True , noble prince . K. Rich . O bitter consequence , That ...
... Rich . Why , Buckingham , I say , I would be king . Buck . Why , so you are , my thrice - renowned liege . K. Rich . Ha ! am I king ? ' Tis so : but Edward lives . Buck . True , noble prince . K. Rich . O bitter consequence , That ...
Pagina 99
... Rich . What is his name ? Page . His name , my lord , is - Tyrrel . K. Rich . I partly know the man ; Go , call him hither , boy.- The deep - revolving witty 9 Buckingham [ Exit Page . No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels ...
... Rich . What is his name ? Page . His name , my lord , is - Tyrrel . K. Rich . I partly know the man ; Go , call him hither , boy.- The deep - revolving witty 9 Buckingham [ Exit Page . No more shall be the neighbour to my counsels ...
Pagina 100
... Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . K. Rich . Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ? Tyr . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies . K. Rich . Why , then thou hast it ; two deep ene- mies , Foes ...
... Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . K. Rich . Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ? Tyr . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies . K. Rich . Why , then thou hast it ; two deep ene- mies , Foes ...
Pagina 101
... Rich . Well , let that rest . Dorset is fled to Richmond . Buck . I hear the news , my lord . K. Rich . Stanley , he is your wife's son : -Well , look to it . Buck . My lord , I claim the gift , my due by promise , For which your honour ...
... Rich . Well , let that rest . Dorset is fled to Richmond . Buck . I hear the news , my lord . K. Rich . Stanley , he is your wife's son : -Well , look to it . Buck . My lord , I claim the gift , my due by promise , For which your honour ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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Pagina 4 - 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 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pagina 231 - 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 231 - 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 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Pagina 345 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Pagina 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 231 - 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 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, ' Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pagina 34 - 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...