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Pagina 29
... speak , my pains 9 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was ...
... speak , my pains 9 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was ...
Pagina 40
... speaking of Shakspeare : - each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphick lines with deep impression took . ' 4 Vast is waste , desolate . Vastum per inane . 5 Bulk , i . e . breast . See note on Hamlet , Act ii ...
... speaking of Shakspeare : - each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphick lines with deep impression took . ' 4 Vast is waste , desolate . Vastum per inane . 5 Bulk , i . e . breast . See note on Hamlet , Act ii ...
Pagina 42
... speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than te- dious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who reads it ...
... speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than te- dious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ A Paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who reads it ...
Pagina 45
... speak ! Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , - Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And ...
... speak ! Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , - Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And ...
Pagina 52
... speaking in as high a strain of piety and mortification as is uttered in any passage in this book , and sometimes to the same sense and purpose with some words in this place . I in- tended ( saith he ) , not only to oblige my friends ...
... speaking in as high a strain of piety and mortification as is uttered in any passage in this book , and sometimes to the same sense and purpose with some words in this place . I in- tended ( saith he ) , not only to oblige my friends ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 257 - 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 153 - 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 8 - 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 40 - 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.
Pagina 261 - 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 260 - 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 233 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 38 - 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 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 302 - Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant (heaven still move about her !), Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness...