Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Svazek 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Strana 553
... foul , this pale and angry role , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction ... fouls to death and deadly night . Plant . Now , by this maiden bloffom in my hand , I fcorn thee and thy fashion 1 ...
... foul , this pale and angry role , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction ... fouls to death and deadly night . Plant . Now , by this maiden bloffom in my hand , I fcorn thee and thy fashion 1 ...
Strana 554
... foul then shall be fatisfy'd.- Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine . Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign , ( Before whofe glory I was great in arms ) This loathfome fequeftration have I had ; And even fince then hath ...
... foul then shall be fatisfy'd.- Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine . Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign , ( Before whofe glory I was great in arms ) This loathfome fequeftration have I had ; And even fince then hath ...
Strana 561
... foul but English Talbot . From thence to England ; where I hope ere long 30 Lo ! there thou stand st , a breathing valiant man , To be prefented , by your victories , With Charles , Alençon , and that traitorous rout . [ Flourish ...
... foul but English Talbot . From thence to England ; where I hope ere long 30 Lo ! there thou stand st , a breathing valiant man , To be prefented , by your victories , With Charles , Alençon , and that traitorous rout . [ Flourish ...
Strana 562
... foul ! [ fince , And on his fon young John ; whom , two hours I met in travel towards his warlike father ! This feven years did not Talbot see his fon ; And now they meet where both their lives are done . 45 York . Alas ! what joy fhall ...
... foul ! [ fince , And on his fon young John ; whom , two hours I met in travel towards his warlike father ! This feven years did not Talbot see his fon ; And now they meet where both their lives are done . 45 York . Alas ! what joy fhall ...
Strana 563
... foul with foul from France to heaven fly . SCENE VI . [ Excunt . Alarum : : excurfions , wherein Talbot's fon is bemm'à about , and Talbot refcues bim . Tal . Saint George , and victory ! fight , foldiers , The regent hath with Talbot ...
... foul with foul from France to heaven fly . SCENE VI . [ Excunt . Alarum : : excurfions , wherein Talbot's fon is bemm'à about , and Talbot refcues bim . Tal . Saint George , and victory ! fight , foldiers , The regent hath with Talbot ...
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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.