The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volumul 2George Dearborn, 1836 |
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Pagina 72
... Poor queen , and , son , your labour is but lost ; " For Warwick is a subtle orator , And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words . " By this account , then , Margaret may win him ; For she's a woman to be pitied much : * Her sighs ...
... Poor queen , and , son , your labour is but lost ; " For Warwick is a subtle orator , And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words . " By this account , then , Margaret may win him ; For she's a woman to be pitied much : * Her sighs ...
Pagina 86
... poor young was lim'd , was caught , and kill'd . Glo . Why , what a peevish fool was that of Crete , That taught his son the office of a fowl ? And yet , for all his wings , the fool was drown'd . K. Hen . I , Dædalus ; my poor boy ...
... poor young was lim'd , was caught , and kill'd . Glo . Why , what a peevish fool was that of Crete , That taught his son the office of a fowl ? And yet , for all his wings , the fool was drown'd . K. Hen . I , Dædalus ; my poor boy ...
Pagina 90
... Poor keycold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
... Poor keycold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy ...
Pagina 92
... poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? Glo . That it may please you ...
... poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? Glo . That it may please you ...
Pagina 94
... Poor Clarence did forsake his father War- wick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would ...
... Poor Clarence did forsake his father War- wick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would ...
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The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes ..., Volumul 2 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1871 |
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Brutus Cade Cæsar Cassius Clarence Cleo Cleopatra Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth duke duke of York Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Holinshed honour house of York Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI lady Lear look lord Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means ne'er never night noble old copy reads Pandarus peace Pericles play Plutarch poet pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Somerset soul speak Steevens Suff Suffolk sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Titus Andronicus Troilus Troilus and Cressida Ulyss unto Warwick word York
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Pagina 161 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Pagina 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Pagina 263 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pagina 161 - 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 ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Pagina 69 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 307 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
Pagina 263 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 264 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pagina 143 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.