The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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Strana 86
... Suffolk also lies . Suffolk first died : and York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , -Tarry , my ...
... Suffolk also lies . Suffolk first died : and York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , -Tarry , my ...
Strana 87
... Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm , and kiss'd his lips ; And so , espoused to death , with blood he seal'd A testament of noble - ending love . The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Thosewaters from me , which I would have ...
... Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm , and kiss'd his lips ; And so , espoused to death , with blood he seal'd A testament of noble - ending love . The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Thosewaters from me , which I would have ...
Strana 97
... Suffolk , Sir Richard Ketly , Davy Gam , esquire : None else of name ; and , of all other men , But five - and - twenty . O God , thy arm was here , And not to us , but to thy arm alone , Ascribe we all . - When , without stratagem ...
... Suffolk , Sir Richard Ketly , Davy Gam , esquire : None else of name ; and , of all other men , But five - and - twenty . O God , thy arm was here , And not to us , but to thy arm alone , Ascribe we all . - When , without stratagem ...
Strana 118
... SUFFOLK . EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , Sir WILLIAM LUCY , Sir WIL- LIAM GLANSDALE , and Sir THOMAS GARGrave . MAYOR of London . WOODVILLE ...
... SUFFOLK . EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , Sir WILLIAM LUCY , Sir WIL- LIAM GLANSDALE , and Sir THOMAS GARGrave . MAYOR of London . WOODVILLE ...
Strana 150
... SUFFOLK , and War- WICK ; RICHARD PLAntagenet , VERNON , and another Lawyer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too loud ; The ...
... SUFFOLK , and War- WICK ; RICHARD PLAntagenet , VERNON , and another Lawyer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too loud ; The ...
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Strana 332 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Strana 120 - 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 see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity.
Strana 314 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Strana 335 - 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...
Strana 43 - O God ! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Strana 336 - 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. Serve the king ; And...
Strana 335 - Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Strana 78 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strana 120 - 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, To entertain these fair well-spoken days — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these davs.
Strana 113 - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother : And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me ; I am myself alone.