The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: King Richard III; King Henry VIII; Troilus and CressidaJ. Munroe, 1854 |
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Pagina 358
... Ther- sites of Homer towards the Thersites of Shakespeare , the charac- ter of the latter having all the freshness and spirit of an original conception ; so that it seems as though the Poet had transfused his whole intellectual make ...
... Ther- sites of Homer towards the Thersites of Shakespeare , the charac- ter of the latter having all the freshness and spirit of an original conception ; so that it seems as though the Poet had transfused his whole intellectual make ...
Pagina 386
... ther durst him none withstond , While that he held his bloody swerd in hond . ' " H. 12 Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind . See All's Well that Ends Well , Act i . sc . 1 , note 16 . Pan . You are such a ...
... ther durst him none withstond , While that he held his bloody swerd in hond . ' " H. 12 Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind . See All's Well that Ends Well , Act i . sc . 1 , note 16 . Pan . You are such a ...
Pagina 406
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? Ajax . Thersites , - Ther . And those boils did run ? - Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come ...
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? Ajax . Thersites , - Ther . And those boils did run ? - Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come ...
Pagina 407
... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , - Ther . Thou art proclaim'd a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not ; my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head ...
... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , - Ther . Thou art proclaim'd a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not ; my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head ...
Pagina 408
... Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ! wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ! what's ...
... Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ! wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ! what's ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl earl of Richmond Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio fool friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
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Pagina 301 - 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. 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
Pagina 22 - 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 — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Pagina 175 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Pagina 451 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Pagina 55 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Pagina 175 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Pagina 277 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. 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 300 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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 22 - 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 198 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.