The Works of William Shakespeare: King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus AndronicusMacmillan, 1865 |
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Pagina 19
... Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . 140 145 He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton . King . What was that Henton ...
... Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . 140 145 He was brought to this By a vain prophecy of Nicholas Henton . King . What was that Henton ...
Pagina 28
... speak the French tongue ; And , pray , receive ' em nobly and conduct ' em Into our presence , where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them . Some attend him . [ Exit Chamberlain , attended . All rise , and tables removed ...
... speak the French tongue ; And , pray , receive ' em nobly and conduct ' em Into our presence , where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them . Some attend him . [ Exit Chamberlain , attended . All rise , and tables removed ...
Pagina 32
... speak of . Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment , tipstaves before him , the axe with the edge towards him , halberds on each side , accom- panied with SIR THOMAS LOVELL , SIR NICHOLAS VAUX , SIR WALTER SANDS , and common people , & c ...
... speak of . Enter BUCKINGHAM from his arraignment , tipstaves before him , the axe with the edge towards him , halberds on each side , accom- panied with SIR THOMAS LOVELL , SIR NICHOLAS VAUX , SIR WALTER SANDS , and common people , & c ...
Pagina 34
... speak of Buckingham , pray tell him You met him half in heaven : my vows and prayers Yet are the king's , and , till my soul forsake , Shall cry for blessings on him : may he live Longer than I have time to tell his years ! Ever beloved ...
... speak of Buckingham , pray tell him You met him half in heaven : my vows and prayers Yet are the king's , and , till my soul forsake , Shall cry for blessings on him : may he live Longer than I have time to tell his years ! Ever beloved ...
Pagina 35
... Speak how I fell . I have done ; and God forgive me ! [ Exeunt Duke and Train . First Gent . O , this is full of pity ! Sir , it calls , I fear , too many curses on their heads That were the authors . Sec . Gent . If the duke be ...
... Speak how I fell . I have done ; and God forgive me ! [ Exeunt Duke and Train . First Gent . O , this is full of pity ! Sir , it calls , I fear , too many curses on their heads That were the authors . Sec . Gent . If the duke be ...
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Pagina 145 - In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 88 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
Pagina 199 - Keeps honour bright; to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way...
Pagina 88 - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved 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 114 - 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.
Pagina 200 - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Pagina 146 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Pagina 79 - 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; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...
Pagina 76 - 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 145 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!