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 11
... honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal ...
... honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal ...
Strana 24
... honours on your high desert . What may she not ? She may , -ay , marry , may she , — Riv . What , marry , may she ? Glo . What , marry , may she ? marry with a king , A bachelor , a handsome stripling too : I wis , your grandam had a ...
... honours on your high desert . What may she not ? She may , -ay , marry , may she , — Riv . What , marry , may she ? Glo . What , marry , may she ? marry with a king , A bachelor , a handsome stripling too : I wis , your grandam had a ...
Strana 25
... honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ? threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower ...
... honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ? threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not : look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower ...
Strana 29
... honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names . Q. Mar. Why , so I did ; but look'd for ...
... honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names . Q. Mar. Why , so I did ; but look'd for ...
Strana 30
... honour is scarce current : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ; And , if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo . Good ...
... honour is scarce current : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ; And , if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo . Good ...
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Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne bear 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 father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen 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 night 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.