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 11
... nature , * Deform'd , unfinish'd , sent before my time Into this breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so ... nature , that pretends one thing and does another : but nature that puts together things of a dissimilar kind , as a ...
... nature , * Deform'd , unfinish'd , sent before my time Into this breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so ... nature , that pretends one thing and does another : but nature that puts together things of a dissimilar kind , as a ...
Pagina 19
... nature . Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here : [ She spits at him . ] Why dost thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad ...
... nature . Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here : [ She spits at him . ] Why dost thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad ...
Pagina 22
... nature , 7 Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal , — The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ...
... nature , 7 Young , valiant , wise , and , no doubt , right royal , — The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ...
Pagina 28
... nature , and the son of hell ! Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins ! Thou rag of honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Richard ! Glo . Ha ? Q. Mar. I call thee not . Glo . I cry ...
... nature , and the son of hell ! Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins ! Thou rag of honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Richard ! Glo . Ha ? Q. Mar. I call thee not . Glo . I cry ...
Pagina 79
... nature , That , from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They could not speak ; and so I left them both , To bear this tidings to the bloody king . Enter King RICHARD . my [ Exit ...
... nature , That , from the prime creation , e'er she fram'd.- Hence both are gone with conscience and remorse , They could not speak ; and so I left them both , To bear this tidings to the bloody king . Enter King RICHARD . my [ Exit ...
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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.