“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volumul 12Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1808 |
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Pagina 11
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wowounds ! ID 12 Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor ...
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wowounds ! ID 12 Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor ...
Pagina 15
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bedchamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Glo . So will it , Madam , ' till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But gentle Lady Anne , To leave ...
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bedchamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Glo . So will it , Madam , ' till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But gentle Lady Anne , To leave ...
Pagina 17
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
Pagina 27
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me : Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being Queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake ...
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me : Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being Queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake ...
Pagina 29
... hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
... hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alluding ancient Anne battle Baynard's castle blood boar Brak brother Buck Buckingham called Cate Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead death devil Dorset doth dream Duch Duke of Gloster Earl of Richmond Eliz Elizabeth England Enter GLOSTER Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends gentle Ghost give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hath heart heaven Holinshed holy honour house of Lancaster husband Iniquity JOHNSON King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III Lady live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Lovel Madam MALONE Margaret married Mayor means mother Murd murder never night noble play Polydore Vergil Prince quarto Queen Ratcliff Rich Richm RITSON royal saint scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sleep soul speak Stan STEEVENS tell thee thou to-morrow Tower uncle unto Vice WARBURTON weep wife William Brandon word York
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Pagina 6 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to...
Pagina 139 - What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No— yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why— Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself! 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!
Pagina 139 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pagina 36 - ... 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 263 - ... foot. The country people flock from all sides many miles off, to hear and see it. For they have therein devils and devices, to delight as well the eye as the ear.
Pagina 139 - 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. 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!
Pagina 263 - ... the players conne not their parts without booke, but are prompted by one called the ordinary, who followeth at their back with the book in his hand, and telleth them softly what they must pronounce aloud.
Pagina 268 - Lack'st thou cards, friend, or dice? I will teach thee [to] cheat, child, to cog, lie and swagger, And ever and anon to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by...
Pagina 35 - 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 6 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.