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 18
... heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and ...
... heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and ...
Pagina 25
... heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame , and leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! + there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord ...
... heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame , and leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! + there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord ...
Pagina 30
... , my gracious lord . Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ; 30 Act ĺ KING RICHARD III .
... , my gracious lord . Q. Mar. What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow ; 30 Act ĺ KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 31
... heart with sorrow ; And say , poor Margaret was a prophetess.- Live each of you the subjects to his hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ...
... heart with sorrow ; And say , poor Margaret was a prophetess.- Live each of you the subjects to his hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ...
Pagina 32
... hearts to pity , if you mark him . 1 Murd . Tut , tut , my lord , we will not stand to prate , We go to use our hands , and not our tongues . , Talkers are no good doers ; be assur'd , Glo . Your eyes drop mill - stones , when 32 Act I ...
... hearts to pity , if you mark him . 1 Murd . Tut , tut , my lord , we will not stand to prate , We go to use our hands , and not our tongues . , Talkers are no good doers ; be assur'd , Glo . Your eyes drop mill - stones , when 32 Act I ...
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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...