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 27
... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better 66 By my regard , but kill'd none so . " See also , King Henry VI . Part II . vol . xviii . p . 255 , n . 1 . MALONE . In Cornucopia , & c . 1596 , sign . B. 4 : " The eye of the Basi ...
... look'd on thousands , who have sped the better 66 By my regard , but kill'd none so . " See also , King Henry VI . Part II . vol . xviii . p . 255 , n . 1 . MALONE . In Cornucopia , & c . 1596 , sign . B. 4 : " The eye of the Basi ...
Pagina 30
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant * may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost ...
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant * may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost ...
Pagina 39
... look , what I have said2 I will avouch , in presence of the king : + So quarto 1597 ; folio , To be so baited , scorn'd , and stormed at . 2 Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said— ] This verse I have restored from the old ...
... look , what I have said2 I will avouch , in presence of the king : + So quarto 1597 ; folio , To be so baited , scorn'd , and stormed at . 2 Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said— ] This verse I have restored from the old ...
Pagina 47
... look'd for no reply . O , let me make the period to my curse . GLO . ' Tis done by me ; and ends in - Margaret . Q. ELIZ . Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself . Q. MAR . Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ...
... look'd for no reply . O , let me make the period to my curse . GLO . ' Tis done by me ; and ends in - Margaret . Q. ELIZ . Thus have you breath'd your curse against yourself . Q. MAR . Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ...
Pagina 50
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell1 , have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell1 , have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volumul 19 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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