Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Svazek 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Strana 552
... husbands capt.vate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! [ turn to moan . 10 Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth fhall Tal . I laugh to fee your ladyfhip fo fond 1 , To think that you have ought but Talbot's fhadow , | W. eon to practise your ...
... husbands capt.vate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha ! [ turn to moan . 10 Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth fhall Tal . I laugh to fee your ladyfhip fo fond 1 , To think that you have ought but Talbot's fhadow , | W. eon to practise your ...
Strana 574
... husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . 1 Whereas is the fame as where . Dame Eleanor gives gold , to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were fhe a devil . Yet ...
... husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . 1 Whereas is the fame as where . Dame Eleanor gives gold , to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were fhe a devil . Yet ...
Strana 578
... husband of this lovely lady : [ them ; Thither go these news , as faft as horse can carry A forry breakfast for my lord protector . [ York , Buck . Your grace shall give me leave , my lord of To be the poft , in hope of his reward ...
... husband of this lovely lady : [ them ; Thither go these news , as faft as horse can carry A forry breakfast for my lord protector . [ York , Buck . Your grace shall give me leave , my lord of To be the poft , in hope of his reward ...
Strana 612
... husband may be Menelaus ; And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd By that falfe woman , as this king by thee . His father revell'd in the heart of France , That is , Range your hoft . 2 Alluding to the proverb , " One pair of heels is ...
... husband may be Menelaus ; And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd By that falfe woman , as this king by thee . His father revell'd in the heart of France , That is , Range your hoft . 2 Alluding to the proverb , " One pair of heels is ...
Strana 617
... husband's lands I. K. Edw . It were no les ; but yet I'll make a Gl . Yea ! is it fo ? paufe . [ Afide Hum . Say , what art thou , that talk'ft of kings and queens ? K. Henry . More than I feem , and lefs than 1 was born to : A man at ...
... husband's lands I. K. Edw . It were no les ; but yet I'll make a Gl . Yea ! is it fo ? paufe . [ Afide Hum . Say , what art thou , that talk'ft of kings and queens ? K. Henry . More than I feem , and lefs than 1 was born to : A man at ...
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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.