The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Svazek 11C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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Strana 12
... eye glancing on a subsequent line . So , in the quarto copy of this play , printed in 1612 , Sign . I : " I , my lord , but I had rather kill two deep enemies . " " King . Why , there thou hast it ; two deep enemies . " In the original ...
... eye glancing on a subsequent line . So , in the quarto copy of this play , printed in 1612 , Sign . I : " I , my lord , but I had rather kill two deep enemies . " " King . Why , there thou hast it ; two deep enemies . " In the original ...
Strana 15
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred2 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
... eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred2 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee ...
Strana 19
... eyes : O , cursed be the hand , that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death ...
... eyes : O , cursed be the hand , that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death ...
Strana 20
... eyes cannot endure the devil.— Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul ...
... eyes cannot endure the devil.— Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul ...
Strana 24
... eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ' Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; Again , in King Henry IV , P. II : " I have read the cause of ...
... eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . ' Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they were , that I might die at once ; Again , in King Henry IV , P. II : " I have read the cause of ...
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Strana 283 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Strana 197 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Strana 283 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Strana 283 - 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...
Strana 183 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Strana 183 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Strana 283 - 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 14 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover.
Strana 283 - So excellent in art and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God Kath.
Strana 283 - 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.