Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Svazek 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Strana 549
... shall hear how we have play'd the men , Dau . ' Tis Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in proceffion , fing her endless praise . A ...
... shall hear how we have play'd the men , Dau . ' Tis Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in proceffion , fing her endless praise . A ...
Strana 553
... Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red . [ rofes ; Plant . Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our For pale they look with fear , as witnessing The truth on our fide . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger - that ...
... Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red . [ rofes ; Plant . Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our For pale they look with fear , as witnessing The truth on our fide . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger - that ...
Strana 566
... shall Pay recompence , if you will grant my fuit . [ They fake their beads . Cannot my body , nor blood - facrifice , Intreat you to your wonted furtherance ? Then take my foul ; my body , foul , and all , Before that England give the ...
... shall Pay recompence , if you will grant my fuit . [ They fake their beads . Cannot my body , nor blood - facrifice , Intreat you to your wonted furtherance ? Then take my foul ; my body , foul , and all , Before that England give the ...
Strana 567
... Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret . [ She is going . Suf . Farewel , fweet madam ! But hark yɔu , Margaret ; No princely commendations to my king ? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid , 10A virgin , and his fervant , say to him ...
... Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret . [ She is going . Suf . Farewel , fweet madam ! But hark yɔu , Margaret ; No princely commendations to my king ? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid , 10A virgin , and his fervant , say to him ...
Strana 568
... shall be with fuch strict and severe covenants , Spare for no faggots , let there be enough : Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake , That fo her torture may be fhorten'd . Pucel.Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ? -- Then ...
... shall be with fuch strict and severe covenants , Spare for no faggots , let there be enough : Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake , That fo her torture may be fhorten'd . Pucel.Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ? -- Then ...
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Strana 753 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Strana 741 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Strana 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Strana 692 - 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.
Strana 692 - 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.
Strana 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Strana 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Strana 744 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Strana 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Strana 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.