The Plays, Volumul 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pagina 47
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young , So long a - growing , and so ...
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young , So long a - growing , and so ...
Pagina 49
... sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious , wearisome , and ...
... sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious , wearisome , and ...
Pagina 50
William Shakespeare. Glo . Sweet prince , the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man , Than of his outward show ; which , God he knows , Seldom , or never ...
William Shakespeare. Glo . Sweet prince , the untainted virtue of your years Hath not yet div'd into the world's deceit : No more can you distinguish of a man , Than of his outward show ; which , God he knows , Seldom , or never ...
Pagina 71
... When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads , ' tis hard to draw them thence ; So sweet is zealous contemplation . * A couch . + Fatten . Enter Gloster , in gallery above , between two Bishops SCENE VII . ] KING RICHARD III . 71.
... When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads , ' tis hard to draw them thence ; So sweet is zealous contemplation . * A couch . + Fatten . Enter Gloster , in gallery above , between two Bishops SCENE VII . ] KING RICHARD III . 71.
Pagina 75
... sweet prince , accept their suit ; If you deny them , all the land will rue it . Glo . Will you enforce me to a world of cares ? Well , call them again ; I am not made of stone , But penetrable to your kind entreaties , [ Exit Catesby ...
... sweet prince , accept their suit ; If you deny them , all the land will rue it . Glo . Will you enforce me to a world of cares ? Well , call them again ; I am not made of stone , But penetrable to your kind entreaties , [ Exit Catesby ...
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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.