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 13
... ! Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is Scene II . 13 KING RICHARD III .
... ! Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is Scene II . 13 KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 14
... lady , of thy husband , Did it to help thee to a better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he ...
... lady , of thy husband , Did it to help thee to a better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he ...
Pagina 15
... lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! 1 Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears ...
... lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! 1 Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears ...
Pagina 16
... lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend the this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to ...
... lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend the this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to ...
Pagina 18
... Lady ANNE , TRESSEL , and BERKLEY . Glo . Take up the corse , sirs . Gent . Towards Chertsey , noble lord ? [ Exeunt the rest , with the corse . Glo . No , to White - Friars ; there attend my coming . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ...
... Lady ANNE , TRESSEL , and BERKLEY . Glo . Take up the corse , sirs . Gent . Towards Chertsey , noble lord ? [ Exeunt the rest , with the corse . Glo . No , to White - Friars ; there attend my coming . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ...
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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...