King Henry VI., part III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaJ. Nichols and Son; F., C. and J. Rivington; J. Stockdale; W. Lowndes; G. Wilkie and J. Robinson; T. Egerton; J. Walker; W. Clarke and Son; J. Barker; J. Cuthell; R. Lea; Lackington and Company; J. Deighton; J. White and Company; B. Crosby and Company; W. Earle; J. Gray and Son; Longman and Company; Cadell and Davies; J. Harding; R.H. Evans; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Mawman; Black and Company; J. Richardson; J. Booth; Newman and Company; R. Pheney; R. Scholey; J. Asperne; J. Faulder; R. Baldwin; Cradock and Joy; J. Mackinlay; J. Johnson and Company; Gale and Curtis; G. Robinson, 1811 |
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Strana 124
... Cardinal Bourchier , Archbishop of Canterbury . Thomas Rotheram , Archbishop of York . John Morton , Bishop of Ely , Duke of Buckingham , Duke of Norfolk : Earl of Surrey , his Son . Earl Rivers , Brother to King Edward's Queen ...
... Cardinal Bourchier , Archbishop of Canterbury . Thomas Rotheram , Archbishop of York . John Morton , Bishop of Ely , Duke of Buckingham , Duke of Norfolk : Earl of Surrey , his Son . Earl Rivers , Brother to King Edward's Queen ...
Strana 178
... Cardinal BOURCHIER , and Others . Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . " Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses ...
... Cardinal BOURCHIER , and Others . Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber . " Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sove- reign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses ...
Strana 179
... perforce withheld . Buck . Fye ! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers ? -Lord cardinal , will your grace Persuade the queen to send the duke of York Unto his princely brother presently ? If she deny , KING RICHARD III . 179.
... perforce withheld . Buck . Fye ! what an indirect and peevish course Is this of hers ? -Lord cardinal , will your grace Persuade the queen to send the duke of York Unto his princely brother presently ? If she deny , KING RICHARD III . 179.
Strana 180
... Cardinal and HASTINGS , Say , uncle Gloster , if our brother come , 6 Too ceremonious , and traditional : ] Ceremonious for super- stitious ; traditional for adherent to old customs . 7 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age ...
... Cardinal and HASTINGS , Say , uncle Gloster , if our brother come , 6 Too ceremonious , and traditional : ] Ceremonious for super- stitious ; traditional for adherent to old customs . 7 Weigh it but with the grossness of this age ...
Strana 182
... Cardinal . Buck . Now , in good time , here comes the duke of York . Prince . Richard of York ! how fares our loving brother ? 2 York . Well , my dread lord ; so must I call you now . Prince . Ay , brother ; to our grief , as it is ...
... Cardinal . Buck . Now , in good time , here comes the duke of York . Prince . Richard of York ! how fares our loving brother ? 2 York . Well , my dread lord ; so must I call you now . Prince . Ay , brother ; to our grief , as it is ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Cres Cressida crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York Earl Edward Eliz Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour house of Lancaster house of York i'the JOHNSON Kath King Henry King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never noble Norfolk Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare soul speak stand sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thine thou art tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick words York
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Strana 345 - 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 126 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— 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, 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...
Strana 347 - 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 348 - 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...
Strana 344 - 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 64 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. "Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...
Strana 156 - 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. Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. Clar.
Strana 44 - 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...
Strana 415 - 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 154 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...