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 21
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.2 Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds To fright the ...
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.2 Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds To fright the ...
Pagina 31
... arm hath butchered ! Rich . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st nor law of God nor man : No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Rich . But ...
... arm hath butchered ! Rich . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st nor law of God nor man : No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Rich . But ...
Pagina 62
... arm : He needs no indirect nor lawless course , 19 To cut off those that have offended Him . 1 Murd . Who made thee , then , a bloody minister When gallant - springing , brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , was struck dead by thee ...
... arm : He needs no indirect nor lawless course , 19 To cut off those that have offended Him . 1 Murd . Who made thee , then , a bloody minister When gallant - springing , brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , was struck dead by thee ...
Pagina 63
... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , 2 He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , 2 He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
Pagina 73
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O ! what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my moan ) To overgo thy woes , and drown thy cries ! 5 So the folio ; the quartos , -66 kingdom of ...
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O ! what cause have I ( Thine being but a moiety of my moan ) To overgo thy woes , and drown thy cries ! 5 So the folio ; the quartos , -66 kingdom of ...
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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
Pasaje populare
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.