The Plays, Volumul 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pagina 68
... hour , at Baynard's castle . [ Exeunt Lovel and Catesby . Now will I in , to take some privy order To draw the brats ... hours I have spent to write it over , For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ; The precedent * was full as long a ...
... hour , at Baynard's castle . [ Exeunt Lovel and Catesby . Now will I in , to take some privy order To draw the brats ... hours I have spent to write it over , For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ; The precedent * was full as long a ...
Pagina 74
... hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . On him I lay what you would lay on me , The right and fortune of his happy stars , - Which , God defend , that I should wring from him ...
... hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . On him I lay what you would lay on me , The right and fortune of his happy stars , - Which , God defend , that I should wring from him ...
Pagina 77
... hour hence , And I'll salute your grace of York as mother , And reverend looker - on of two fair queens.- Come , madam , you must straight to Westminster , [ To the duchess of Gloster . There to be crowned Richard's royal queen . Q ...
... hour hence , And I'll salute your grace of York as mother , And reverend looker - on of two fair queens.- Come , madam , you must straight to Westminster , [ To the duchess of Gloster . There to be crowned Richard's royal queen . Q ...
Pagina 78
... hours ; You shall have letters from me to my son In your behalf , to meet you on the way : Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay . Duch . O ill - dispersing wind of misery ! O my accursed womb , the bed of death ; A cockatrice * hast thou ...
... hours ; You shall have letters from me to my son In your behalf , to meet you on the way : Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay . Duch . O ill - dispersing wind of misery ! O my accursed womb , the bed of death ; A cockatrice * hast thou ...
Pagina 79
... hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep , But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd . Besides , he hates me for my father Warwick ; And will , no doubt , shortly be rid of me . Q. Eliz . Poor heart , adieu : I pity thy ...
... hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep , But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd . Besides , he hates me for my father Warwick ; And will , no doubt , shortly be rid of me . Q. Eliz . Poor heart , adieu : I pity thy ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed Diomedes Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hastings hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King Richard king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley Suff sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto weep Wolsey
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Pagina 189 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Pagina 191 - 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 ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Pagina 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pagina 188 - 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 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Pagina 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Pagina 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.