The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Tom 7 |
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Strona 40
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is ... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you ...
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is ... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you ...
Strona 41
... dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of ...
... dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of ...
Strona 47
... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold night ? All this from ...
... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold night ? All this from ...
Strona 50
... dear lord Edward ! Chil . Ah , for our father , for our dear lord Clarence . Duch . Alas , for both , both mine , Edward and Clarence ! 7 — his images : ] The children by whom he was represented . Q. Eliz . What gone . stay had I , 50 ...
... dear lord Edward ! Chil . Ah , for our father , for our dear lord Clarence . Duch . Alas , for both , both mine , Edward and Clarence ! 7 — his images : ] The children by whom he was represented . Q. Eliz . What gone . stay had I , 50 ...
Strona 51
... dear a loss . Duch . Was never mother had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the mother of these griefs ; Their woes are parcell'd , mine are general . She for an Edward weeps , and so do I ; I for a Clarence weep , so doth not she : These ...
... dear a loss . Duch . Was never mother had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the mother of these griefs ; Their woes are parcell'd , mine are general . She for an Edward weeps , and so do I ; I for a Clarence weep , so doth not she : These ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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Strona 218 - 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.
Strona 222 - 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...
Strona 34 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Strona 221 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strona 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Strona 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive* of her body.
Strona 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Strona 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Strona 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Strona 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.