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 7
... Look the other way , And , lo ! where Richmond in a bed of gorse Encamp'd himself all night , and all his force : Upon this hill they met .'- Why , he could tell The inch where Richmond stood , where Richard fell . Besides what of his ...
... Look the other way , And , lo ! where Richmond in a bed of gorse Encamp'd himself all night , and all his force : Upon this hill they met .'- Why , he could tell The inch where Richmond stood , where Richard fell . Besides what of his ...
Pagina 36
... Look , how my ring encompasseth thy finger Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his ...
... Look , how my ring encompasseth thy finger Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart : Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his ...
Pagina 44
... look , what I have said , 12 I will avouch in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . " Tis time to speak ; my pains are quite forgot . Mar. Out , devil ! I do remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband ...
... look , what I have said , 12 I will avouch in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . " Tis time to speak ; my pains are quite forgot . Mar. Out , devil ! I do remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband ...
Pagina 49
... look'd for no reply . O ! let me make the period to my curse . Rich . " Tis done by me , and ends in - Margaret . Eliz . Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself . Mar. Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ! 19 Why ...
... look'd for no reply . O ! let me make the period to my curse . Rich . " Tis done by me , and ends in - Margaret . Eliz . Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself . Mar. Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ! 19 Why ...
Pagina 51
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites . His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him , And all their ministers attend on him ...
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites . His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him , And all their ministers attend on him ...
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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.