The Plays, Zväzok 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Strana 13
... sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . [ He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with his sword ...
... sword ; Which if thou please to hide in this true breast , And let the soul forth that adoreth thee , I lay it naked to the deadly stroke , And humbly beg the death upon my knee . [ He lays his breast open ; she offers at it with his sword ...
Strana 14
... sword . But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . Take up the sword again , or take up me . Anne . Arise , dissembler : though I wish thy death , I will not be thy executioner . Glo . Then bid me kill myself , and I will do it ...
... sword . But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . Take up the sword again , or take up me . Anne . Arise , dissembler : though I wish thy death , I will not be thy executioner . Glo . Then bid me kill myself , and I will do it ...
Strana 31
... like a tall * fellow , that respects his reputation . Come , shall we fall to work ? 1 Murd . Take him over the costard + with the + Head . * Brave . hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into SCENE IV . ] KING RICHARD III . 31.
... like a tall * fellow , that respects his reputation . Come , shall we fall to work ? 1 Murd . Take him over the costard + with the + Head . * Brave . hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into SCENE IV . ] KING RICHARD III . 31.
Strana 32
William Shakespeare. hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into the malmsey - butt , in the next room . 2 Murd . O excellent device ! and make a sop of him . 1 Murd . Soft ! he wakes . 2 Murd . Strike . 1 Murd . No , we'll reason with ...
William Shakespeare. hilts of thy sword , and then throw him into the malmsey - butt , in the next room . 2 Murd . O excellent device ! and make a sop of him . 1 Murd . Soft ! he wakes . 2 Murd . Strike . 1 Murd . No , we'll reason with ...
Strana 53
... sword to it ? Glo . Ay , gentle cousin , were it light enough . York . O then , I see , you'll part but with light gifts ; In weightier things you'll say a beggar , nay . Glo . It is too weighty for your grace to wear . York . I weigh ...
... sword to it ? Glo . Ay , gentle cousin , were it light enough . York . O then , I see , you'll part but with light gifts ; In weightier things you'll say a beggar , nay . Glo . It is too weighty for your grace to wear . York . I weigh ...
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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.