The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumul 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 36
... I'll to the king ; and signify to him , That thus I have resign'd to you my charge . 1 Murd . You may , sir ; ' tis a point of wisdom : Fare you well . [ Exit BRAKENBURY , 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ...
... I'll to the king ; and signify to him , That thus I have resign'd to you my charge . 1 Murd . You may , sir ; ' tis a point of wisdom : Fare you well . [ Exit BRAKENBURY , 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ...
Pagina 37
... I'll back to the duke of Gloster , and tell him so . 2 Murd . Nay , I pr'ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How dost thou feel ...
... I'll back to the duke of Gloster , and tell him so . 2 Murd . Nay , I pr'ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How dost thou feel ...
Pagina 42
... I'll drown you in the malmsey - butt within . [ Exit , with the body . 2 Murd . A bloody deed , and desperately de- spatch'd ! How fain , like Pilate , would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done ! 2 Shut up , Re ...
... I'll drown you in the malmsey - butt within . [ Exit , with the body . 2 Murd . A bloody deed , and desperately de- spatch'd ! How fain , like Pilate , would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done ! 2 Shut up , Re ...
Pagina 43
... I'll go hide the body in some hole , Till that the duke give order for his burial : And when I have my meed , I will away ; For this will out , and then I must not stay . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The same . A Room in the Palace ...
... I'll go hide the body in some hole , Till that the duke give order for his burial : And when I have my meed , I will away ; For this will out , and then I must not stay . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The same . A Room in the Palace ...
Pagina 50
... I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragick violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead . Why grow ...
... I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragick violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead . Why grow ...
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Pagina 4 - 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 136 - 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 dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pagina 231 - 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: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 231 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 240 - 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 And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Pagina 345 - 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 : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Pagina 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 231 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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 34 - Who 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...