The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pagina 49
... thoughts from you : The which before His highness shall speak in , I do beseech You , gracious madam , to unthink your speaking , And to say so no more . Q. Kath . My lord , my lord , I am a simple woman , much too weak To oppose your ...
... thoughts from you : The which before His highness shall speak in , I do beseech You , gracious madam , to unthink your speaking , And to say so no more . Q. Kath . My lord , my lord , I am a simple woman , much too weak To oppose your ...
Pagina 51
... thought , This was a judgement on me ; that my kingdom , Well worthy the best heir o'the world , should not Be gladded in't by me : Then follows , that I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in By this my issue's fail ; and that ...
... thought , This was a judgement on me ; that my kingdom , Well worthy the best heir o'the world , should not Be gladded in't by me : Then follows , that I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in By this my issue's fail ; and that ...
Pagina 57
... thought ye , Upon my soul , two reverend cardinal virtues : But cardinal sins , and hollow hearts , I fear ye : Mend them for shame , my lords . Is this your com- fort ? The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady ? A woman lost among ye ...
... thought ye , Upon my soul , two reverend cardinal virtues : But cardinal sins , and hollow hearts , I fear ye : Mend them for shame , my lords . Is this your com- fort ? The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady ? A woman lost among ye ...
Pagina 59
... counsels on me : she now begs , That little thought , when she set footing here , She should have bought her dignities so dear . [ Exeunt . • Behaved . SCENE II . Ante chamber to the King's apartment . Scene I. 59 KING HENRY VIII .
... counsels on me : she now begs , That little thought , when she set footing here , She should have bought her dignities so dear . [ Exeunt . • Behaved . SCENE II . Ante chamber to the King's apartment . Scene I. 59 KING HENRY VIII .
Pagina 67
... thought could make them , and Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty , As doth the rock against the chiding flood , Should the approach of this wild river break , And stand unshaken yours . // K. Hen . ' Tis nobly spoken : Take ...
... thought could make them , and Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty , As doth the rock against the chiding flood , Should the approach of this wild river break , And stand unshaken yours . // K. Hen . ' Tis nobly spoken : Take ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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Pagina 173 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Pagina 281 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pagina 70 - 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 130 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Pagina 70 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Pagina 104 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pagina 173 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pagina 72 - 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 401 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Pagina 425 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.