The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Svazek 7 |
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Strana 26
... fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q ...
... fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q ...
Strana 30
... to France soon after Tewksbury fight , and there passed the remainder of her wretched life . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : ] An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest . Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if 30 KING RICHARD III .
... to France soon after Tewksbury fight , and there passed the remainder of her wretched life . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest : ] An aiery is a hawk's or an eagle's nest . Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if 30 KING RICHARD III .
Strana 40
... fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to ...
... fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . 1 Murd . And , like a traitor to the name of God , Didst break that vow ; and , with thy treacherous blade , Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son . 2 Murd . Whom thou wast sworn to ...
Strana 47
... fight for me ? Who told me , in the field at Tewksbury , When Oxford had me down , he rescu'd me , And said , Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me ...
... fight for me ? Who told me , in the field at Tewksbury , When Oxford had me down , he rescu'd me , And said , Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me ...
Strana 119
... fight with foreign enemies , Yet to beat down these rebels here at home . Enter CATESBY . Cate . My liege , the duke of Buckingham is taken , That is the best news ; That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford ...
... fight with foreign enemies , Yet to beat down these rebels here at home . Enter CATESBY . Cate . My liege , the duke of Buckingham is taken , That is the best news ; That the earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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Strana 218 - 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.
Strana 222 - 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...
Strana 34 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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 ! Brak.
Strana 221 - 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!
Strana 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Strana 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.
Strana 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Strana 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Strana 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Strana 35 - 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.