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 13
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
Pagina 16
... eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death ...
... eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death ...
Pagina 19
... eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine ...
... eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine ...
Pagina 20
... eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy ...
... eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy ...
Pagina 22
... eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , -all the world to ...
... eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , -all the world to ...
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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.