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Pagina 25
It can do me no damage : adding further , That , had the king in his last sickness fail'd , The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovel's heads Should have gone off . King . Ha ! what , so rank ? Ah , hal There's mischief in this man : -Canst ...
It can do me no damage : adding further , That , had the king in his last sickness fail'd , The cardinal's and Sir Thomas Lovel's heads Should have gone off . King . Ha ! what , so rank ? Ah , hal There's mischief in this man : -Canst ...
Pagina 40
My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him !
My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him !
Pagina 65
10 Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet musick is such art ; Killing care , and grief of heart , Fall asleep , or , hearing , die . G Inter Enter a Gentleman .
10 Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet musick is such art ; Killing care , and grief of heart , Fall asleep , or , hearing , die . G Inter Enter a Gentleman .
Pagina 71
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom , where no pity , No friends , no hope ; no kindred weep for me , Almost , no grave allow'd me : -Like the lily , That once was mistress of the field , and flourish'd , I'll hang my head , and perish . Wol .
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom , where no pity , No friends , no hope ; no kindred weep for me , Almost , no grave allow'd me : -Like the lily , That once was mistress of the field , and flourish'd , I'll hang my head , and perish . Wol .
Pagina 84
Thy ambition , Thou scarlet sin , robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham , my father - in - law : The heads of all thy brother cardinals ( With thee , and all thy best parts bound together ) , Weigh'd not a hair of his .
Thy ambition , Thou scarlet sin , robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham , my father - in - law : The heads of all thy brother cardinals ( With thee , and all thy best parts bound together ) , Weigh'd not a hair of his .
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appears Aufidius bear better blood bring called cardinal cause Cham comes Cominius common consul copy Coriolanus court death duke enemies Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall fear friends give given gods grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry highness hold Holinshed honour hope JOHNSON keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam MALONE Marcius master mean Menenius mother nature never noble once passage peace person play poor pray present queen Roman Rome SCENE senate sense Serv Shakspere shew speak stand STEEVENS sword tell thank thee thing Thomas thou thought tongue tribunes true truth unto voices WARBURTON wife wish Wolsey worthy
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Pagina 92 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 91 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Pagina 91 - 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...
Pagina 88 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pagina 51 - Anne. So much the more 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 89 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 14 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Pagina 91 - 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 96 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your...
Pagina 89 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Informații bibliografice
| Titlu | King Henry VIII. Coriolanus Volumul 15 din The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Exemplar original de la | Universitatea din Michigan |
| Scanată la | 18 mai 2007 |
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