The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volumul 7H. Durell, 1818 |
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Pagina 16
... bear the corse , and set it down . Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . 1 Gent . My ...
... bear the corse , and set it down . Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . 1 Gent . My ...
Pagina 23
... Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward sickness , and no grounded malice . Q. Eliz . Saw you the king to - day , my lord of Stanley ? Stan . But now , the duke of Buckingham , and I , Are come from visiting his ...
... Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward sickness , and no grounded malice . Q. Eliz . Saw you the king to - day , my lord of Stanley ? Stan . But now , the duke of Buckingham , and I , Are come from visiting his ...
Pagina 31
... bear , Whereto relate those famous old verses on Richard III : " The cat , the rat , and Lovel the dog , Rule all England under a hog . " He uses the same metaphor in the last scene of Act IV . POPE . [ 8 ] Scath is harm , mischief ...
... bear , Whereto relate those famous old verses on Richard III : " The cat , the rat , and Lovel the dog , Rule all England under a hog . " He uses the same metaphor in the last scene of Act IV . POPE . [ 8 ] Scath is harm , mischief ...
Pagina 41
... bear ; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand , That came too lag to see him buried ; — God grant , that some , less noble , and less loyal , Nearer in bloody thoughts , and not in blood , Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did ...
... bear ; Some tardy cripple bore the countermand , That came too lag to see him buried ; — God grant , that some , less noble , and less loyal , Nearer in bloody thoughts , and not in blood , Deserve not worse than wretched Clarence did ...
Pagina 45
... bear this mutual heavy load of moan , Now cheer each other in each other's love : Though we have spent our harvest of this king , We are to reap the harvest of his son . The broken rancour of your high - swoln hearts , But lately ...
... bear this mutual heavy load of moan , Now cheer each other in each other's love : Though we have spent our harvest of this king , We are to reap the harvest of his son . The broken rancour of your high - swoln hearts , But lately ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 169 - 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 169 - 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 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pagina 177 - 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 11 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged 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 154 - 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.
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 171 - 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...
Pagina 32 - 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 102 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.