The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumul 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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Pagina 21
... dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh " ! - 8 * Folio , stand'st . PATTERN of thy butcheries : ] Pattern is instance , or ex- ample . JOHNSON . So , in The Legend of Lord Hastings , Mirrour for Magistrates ...
... dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh " ! - 8 * Folio , stand'st . PATTERN of thy butcheries : ] Pattern is instance , or ex- ample . JOHNSON . So , in The Legend of Lord Hastings , Mirrour for Magistrates ...
Pagina 22
... dead , Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! GLO . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings ...
... dead , Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! GLO . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings ...
Pagina 23
... dead they are , and , devilish slave , by thee . GLO . I did not kill your husband . ANNE . Why , then he is alive ... dead : ] Thus the quarto . The folio reads " Then say , they were not slain . " MALONE . GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and ...
... dead they are , and , devilish slave , by thee . GLO . I did not kill your husband . ANNE . Why , then he is alive ... dead : ] Thus the quarto . The folio reads " Then say , they were not slain . " MALONE . GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and ...
Pagina 24
William Shakespeare. GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and slain by Edward's hand . 3 ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous * faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast ...
William Shakespeare. GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and slain by Edward's hand . 3 ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous * faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast ...
Pagina 27
... dead ! ] " Among the serpents the Basiliske doth infecte and kill people with his looke . " Summary of Secret Wonders , & c . bl . 1. by John Alday , no date . STEEVENS . So , in The Winter's Tale : " Make me not sighted like the ...
... dead ! ] " Among the serpents the Basiliske doth infecte and kill people with his looke . " Summary of Secret Wonders , & c . bl . 1. by John Alday , no date . STEEVENS . So , in The Winter's Tale : " Make me not sighted like the ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
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ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 10 - 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 425 - 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 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Pagina 448 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 430 - 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...
Pagina 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 425 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 305 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Pagina 441 - 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 426 - But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes