The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 21
... thee back . Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I'll beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd , and bearded to my face ? — Draw , men , for all ...
... thee back . Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I'll beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd , and bearded to my face ? — Draw , men , for all ...
Pagina 22
... Thee I'll chase hence , thou wolf in sheep's array.- Out , tawney coats ! -out , scarlet hypocrite ! Here GLOSTER'S Men beat out the Cardinal's Men , and enter in the hurly - burly the Mayor of London and his Officers * . May . Fie ...
... Thee I'll chase hence , thou wolf in sheep's array.- Out , tawney coats ! -out , scarlet hypocrite ! Here GLOSTER'S Men beat out the Cardinal's Men , and enter in the hurly - burly the Mayor of London and his Officers * . May . Fie ...
Pagina 27
... thee , Nero ' , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched shall France be only in my name . [ An Alarum ; it thunders and lightens . What stir is this ? What tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the ...
... thee , Nero ' , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched shall France be only in my name . [ An Alarum ; it thunders and lightens . What stir is this ? What tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the ...
Pagina 28
... thee ; Devil , or devil's dam , I'll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , thou art a witch , And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come ; ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal ...
... thee ; Devil , or devil's dam , I'll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , thou art a witch , And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come ; ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal ...
Pagina 41
... thee . I scorn thee and thy FACTION , ] The old copies have fashion , a word that may possibly be tortured into a meaning , as Warburton attempted ; but which was in all probability a mere misprint for " faction , " to which Theobald ...
... thee . I scorn thee and thy FACTION , ] The old copies have fashion , a word that may possibly be tortured into a meaning , as Warburton attempted ; but which was in all probability a mere misprint for " faction , " to which Theobald ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alarum ALENÇON Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Cardinal Wolsey Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King HENRY king's lady live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Malone Margaret modern editors Murd never noble old copies peace Plantagenet play pray prince quartos read queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stage-direction Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedy unto Warwick Wolsey words
Pasaje populare
Pagina 557 - 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 : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 347 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pagina 268 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 549 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 556 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pagina 7 - HUNG be the heavens with black , yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Pagina 348 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, 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 376 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 483 - I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 556 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.