The Plays, Zväzok 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 29.
Strana 4
... matter , Clarence ? may I know ? Clar . Yea , Richard , when I know ; for I protest , As yet I do not : But , as I can learn , He hearkens after prophecies , and dreams ; And from the cross - row plucks the letter G , * Preparations for ...
... matter , Clarence ? may I know ? Clar . Yea , Richard , when I know ; for I protest , As yet I do not : But , as I can learn , He hearkens after prophecies , and dreams ; And from the cross - row plucks the letter G , * Preparations for ...
Strana 18
... matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not provok'd by any suitor else ; Aiming , belike , at your interior hatred , That in your outward action shows itself , Against my children , brothers , and myself , Makes him to ...
... matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not provok'd by any suitor else ; Aiming , belike , at your interior hatred , That in your outward action shows itself , Against my children , brothers , and myself , Makes him to ...
Strana 31
... matter ; let it go ; there's few , or none , will entertain it . 1 Murd . What , if it come to thee again ? 2 Murd . I'll not meddle with it , it is a dangerous thing , it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal , but it accuseth him ...
... matter ; let it go ; there's few , or none , will entertain it . 1 Murd . What , if it come to thee again ? 2 Murd . I'll not meddle with it , it is a dangerous thing , it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal , but it accuseth him ...
Strana 54
... matter To make William lord Hastings of our mind , For the instalment of this noble duke In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Cate . He for his father's sake so loves the prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck ...
... matter To make William lord Hastings of our mind , For the instalment of this noble duke In the seat royal of this famous isle ? Cate . He for his father's sake so loves the prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck ...
Strana 71
... matter of great moment , No less importing than our general good , Are come to have some conference with his grace . Cate . I'll signify so much unto him straight . [ Exit . Buck . Ah , ha , my lord , this prince is not an Ed- ward ! He ...
... matter of great moment , No less importing than our general good , Are come to have some conference with his grace . Cate . I'll signify so much unto him straight . [ Exit . Buck . Ah , ha , my lord , this prince is not an Ed- ward ! He ...
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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.