The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tom 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Strona 34
... master marquis , you are malapert : Your fire - new stamp of honour is scarce current " : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ...
... master marquis , you are malapert : Your fire - new stamp of honour is scarce current " : O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ...
Strona 76
... master sleep the tedious nights ? Mess . So it should seem by that I have to say . First , he commends him to your noble lordship . Hast , And then , — Mess . And then he sends you word , he dreamt To - night the boar had rased off his ...
... master sleep the tedious nights ? Mess . So it should seem by that I have to say . First , he commends him to your noble lordship . Hast , And then , — Mess . And then he sends you word , he dreamt To - night the boar had rased off his ...
Strona 77
... master rise and come to me ; And we will both together to the Tower , Where , he shall see , the boar will use us kindly . Mess . I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . Enter CATESBY . Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ...
... master rise and come to me ; And we will both together to the Tower , Where , he shall see , the boar will use us kindly . Mess . I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . Enter CATESBY . Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ...
Strona 78
... master's heirs in true descent , God knows , I will not do it , to the death . Cate . God keep your lordship in that gracious mind ! Hast . But I shall laugh at this a twelve - month hence , - That they , who brought me in my master's ...
... master's heirs in true descent , God knows , I will not do it , to the death . Cate . God keep your lordship in that gracious mind ! Hast . But I shall laugh at this a twelve - month hence , - That they , who brought me in my master's ...
Strona 84
... master's child , as worshipfully he terms it , Shall lose the royalty of England's throne . Buck . Withdraw yourself awhile , I'll go with you . [ Exeunt Glo , and Buck . Stan . We have not yet set down this day 84 KING RICHARD III .
... master's child , as worshipfully he terms it , Shall lose the royalty of England's throne . Buck . Withdraw yourself awhile , I'll go with you . [ Exeunt Glo , and Buck . Stan . We have not yet set down this day 84 KING RICHARD III .
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Strona 259 - 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 349 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Strona 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strona 271 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Strona 38 - 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.
Strona 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Strona 173 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Strona 427 - Fie, fie 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 348 - 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!
Strona 262 - 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 taught thee...