The Plays, Svazek 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Strana 24
... Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Hast . False - boding woman , end thy frantick curse ; Lest , to thy arm , thou ...
... Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Hast . False - boding woman , end thy frantick curse ; Lest , to thy arm , thou ...
Strana 27
... fools ' eyes drop tears : I like you , lads ; -about your business straight ; Go , go , despatch . 1 Murd . We will , my noble lord . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The same . A room in the Tower . Enter Clarence and Brakenbury . Brak . Why ...
... fools ' eyes drop tears : I like you , lads ; -about your business straight ; Go , go , despatch . 1 Murd . We will , my noble lord . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The same . A room in the Tower . Enter Clarence and Brakenbury . Brak . Why ...
Strana 30
... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabb'd him sleeping . 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorse in me . 1 Murd . What ! art thou afraid ? 2 ...
... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabb'd him sleeping . 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorse in me . 1 Murd . What ! art thou afraid ? 2 ...
Strana 81
... fools , [ Descends from his throne . And unrespective boys : none are for me , That look into me with considerate eyes ; - High - reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.— Boy , -- Page . My lord . K. Rich . Know'st thou not any , whom ...
... fools , [ Descends from his throne . And unrespective boys : none are for me , That look into me with considerate eyes ; - High - reaching Buckingham grows circumspect.— Boy , -- Page . My lord . K. Rich . Know'st thou not any , whom ...
Strana 100
... fool , and shallow , changing — woman ! How now ? what news ? Enter Ratcliff ; Catesby following . Rat . Most mighty sovereign , on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow - hearted friends ...
... fool , and shallow , changing — woman ! How now ? what news ? Enter Ratcliff ; Catesby following . Rat . Most mighty sovereign , on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore Throng many doubtful hollow - hearted friends ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed Diomedes Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hastings hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King Richard king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley Suff sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto weep Wolsey
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Strana 189 - 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 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Strana 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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 he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Strana 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Strana 188 - 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 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Strana 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Strana 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Strana 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.