The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaEstes and Lauriat, 1883 |
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Pagina 53
... Murd . We are , my lord ; and come to have the warrant , That we may be admitted where he is . Rich . Well thought upon ; I have it here about me . [ Gives the Warrant . When you have done , repair to Crosby - place . But , sirs , be ...
... Murd . We are , my lord ; and come to have the warrant , That we may be admitted where he is . Rich . Well thought upon ; I have it here about me . [ Gives the Warrant . When you have done , repair to Crosby - place . But , sirs , be ...
Pagina 57
... Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What ! so brief ? 2 Murd . " Tis better , sir , than to be tedious . - Let him see our commission ; and talk no more . [ A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who ...
... Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What ! so brief ? 2 Murd . " Tis better , sir , than to be tedious . - Let him see our commission ; and talk no more . [ A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who ...
Pagina 58
... Murd . What ! shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the great judgment - day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabb'd him sleeping ...
... Murd . What ! shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Murd . Why , he shall never wake until the great judgment - day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabb'd him sleeping ...
Pagina 59
... Murd . How dost thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . ' Zounds ! he dies : I had forgot the re- ward . 1 Murd ...
... Murd . How dost thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . ' Faith , some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me . 1 Murd . Remember our reward , when the deed's done . 2 Murd . ' Zounds ! he dies : I had forgot the re- ward . 1 Murd ...
Pagina 60
... Murd . Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into the malmsey butt , in the next room . 2 Murd . O , excellent device ! and make a sop of him . 1 Murd . Soft ! he wakes . 2 Murd . Strike . 1 Murd . No ...
... Murd . Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into the malmsey butt , in the next room . 2 Murd . O , excellent device ! and make a sop of him . 1 Murd . Soft ! he wakes . 2 Murd . Strike . 1 Murd . No ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath Katharine King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
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Pagina 175 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Pagina 393 - When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Pagina 453 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. 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. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pagina 22 - 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...
Pagina 312 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pagina 300 - 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 303 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Pagina 301 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 301 - 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 55 - Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.