The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volumul 9 |
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Pagina 7
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.1 Grim - visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the ...
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.1 Grim - visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the ...
Pagina 17
... arm hath butchered ! Glos . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man : No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glos . But I ...
... arm hath butchered ! Glos . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man : No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glos . But I ...
Pagina 48
... arm . He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1 Mur . Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant - springing , brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , 1 was struck dead by thee ...
... arm . He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1 Mur . Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant - springing , brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , 1 was struck dead by thee ...
Pagina 49
... arm , And charged us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship . Bid Gloster think ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Mur . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
... arm , And charged us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship . Bid Gloster think ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Mur . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
Pagina 59
... 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 grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our father's ...
... 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 grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ! Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our father's ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Baynard's castle bear bless blood brother Buck CARDINAL WOLSEY Cates Catesby Cham Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch duke of Buckingham DUKE OF NORFOLK EARL OF SURREY Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear florish friends gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster God's grace gracious Grey happy hath hear heart heaven highness holy honor house of Lancaster Kath Katharine KING HENRY KING RICHARD king's lady live look lord cardinal LORD CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings madam mayor mother never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE SHAK SIR THOMAS LOVELL sleep sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet tell thank thee There's thou tongue Tower uncle unto weep wife William Brandon Wolsey York
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Pagina 260 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 8 - Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, 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...
Pagina 305 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : 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 260 - 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 honors 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 221 - Must pity drop upon her. Verily,' I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 272 - Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; 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 164 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day instead of him. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Pagina 8 - But I, — that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of featuret by dissembling!
Pagina 272 - 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 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.