The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volumul 7 |
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Pagina 28
... poor world's peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while ...
... poor world's peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while ...
Pagina 29
... Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider , * Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish ...
... Poor painted queen , vain flourish of my fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider , * Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish ...
Pagina 31
... 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 ; I muse , why she's at ...
... 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 ; I muse , why she's at ...
Pagina 36
... poor children ! - I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . Brak . I will , my lord ; God give your grace good rest ! - [ CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair . Sorrow breaks seasons , and ...
... poor children ! - I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . Brak . I will , my lord ; God give your grace good rest ! - [ CLARENCE reposes himself on a Chair . Sorrow breaks seasons , and ...
Pagina 40
... poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most unlawful . I charge you , as you hope for any goodness , By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no ...
... poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most unlawful . I charge you , as you hope for any goodness , By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 218 - 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 222 - 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...
Pagina 34 - 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 ! Brak.
Pagina 221 - 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 337 - 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 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Pagina 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Pagina 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.