The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 7 |
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Pagina 11
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love ...
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love ...
Pagina 17
... when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ...
... when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ...
Pagina 19
I , that kill'd her husband , and his father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me ...
I , that kill'd her husband , and his father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me ...
Pagina 26
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would ...
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would ...
Pagina 27
The curse my noble father laid on thee ,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
The curse my noble father laid on thee ,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
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Pagina 4 - 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 ; — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity : And therefore — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days...
Pagina 33 - 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 224 - 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...
Pagina 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Pagina 231 - 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 34 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 341 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Pagina 4 - But I— that am not shap'd 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 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 223 - 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 220 - 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.