The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volumul 7H. Durell, 1818 |
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Pagina 41
... tongue to doom my brother's death , And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? My brother kill'd no man , his fault was thought , And yet his punishment was bitter death . Who su'd to me for him ? who , in my wrath , [ 3 ] He means ...
... tongue to doom my brother's death , And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? My brother kill'd no man , his fault was thought , And yet his punishment was bitter death . Who su'd to me for him ? who , in my wrath , [ 3 ] He means ...
Pagina 69
... Tongue - tied ambition , not replying , yielded [ 8 ] I believe we should read And almost smoulder'd in the swallowing gulf . That is , almost smother'd , covered and lost . JOHNSON . To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty , Which ...
... Tongue - tied ambition , not replying , yielded [ 8 ] I believe we should read And almost smoulder'd in the swallowing gulf . That is , almost smother'd , covered and lost . JOHNSON . To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty , Which ...
Pagina 71
... tongue . Then , good my lord , take to your royal self This proffer'd benefit of dignity : If not to bless us and the land withal , Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry From the corruption of abusing time , Unto a lineal true - derived ...
... tongue . Then , good my lord , take to your royal self This proffer'd benefit of dignity : If not to bless us and the land withal , Yet to draw forth your noble ancestry From the corruption of abusing time , Unto a lineal true - derived ...
Pagina 81
... tongue is still and mute.- Edward Plantagenet , why art thou dead ? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet , Edward for Edward pays a dying debt . Q. Eliz . Wilt thou , O God , fly from such gentle lambs , And throw them in the ...
... tongue is still and mute.- Edward Plantagenet , why art thou dead ? Q. Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet , Edward for Edward pays a dying debt . Q. Eliz . Wilt thou , O God , fly from such gentle lambs , And throw them in the ...
Pagina 84
... tongue - ty'd : go with me , And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son , that thy two sweet sons smother'd . I hear his drum , -be copious in exclaims . [ Drum , within . Enter King RICHARD , and his train , marching ...
... tongue - ty'd : go with me , And in the breath of bitter words let's smother My damned son , that thy two sweet sons smother'd . I hear his drum , -be copious in exclaims . [ Drum , within . Enter King RICHARD , and his train , marching ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee there's thine thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Pagina 169 - 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 169 - 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 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pagina 177 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pagina 11 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Pagina 154 - 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 32 - 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 171 - 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...
Pagina 32 - 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 102 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.