The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Tom 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strona 8
... fear him mightily . Glo . Now , by Saint Paul , this news is bad indeed . O , he hath kept an evil diet long , And over - much cónsum'd his royal person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . He is ...
... fear him mightily . Glo . Now , by Saint Paul , this news is bad indeed . O , he hath kept an evil diet long , And over - much cónsum'd his royal person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . He is ...
Strona 16
... be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis figur'd in my tongue . Anne . I fear me , both are false . Glo . Then man was never true . 2 Anne . Well , well , put up your sword 16 Act I. KING RICHARD III .
... be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis figur'd in my tongue . Anne . I fear me , both are false . Glo . Then man was never true . 2 Anne . Well , well , put up your sword 16 Act I. KING RICHARD III .
Strona 21
... fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glo . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : - Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By ...
... fear , our happiness is at the height . Enter GLOSTER , HASTINGS , and DORSET . Glo . They do me wrong , and I will not endure it : - Who are they , that complain unto the king , That I , forsooth , am stern , and love them not ? By ...
Strona 48
... fear , thy justice will take hold yours , On me , and and mine , and you , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet . O , Poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , HASTINGS , RIVERS , DORSET and GREY . Glo . This is the fruit of ...
... fear , thy justice will take hold yours , On me , and and mine , and you , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet . O , Poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , HASTINGS , RIVERS , DORSET and GREY . Glo . This is the fruit of ...
Strona 54
... fear of harm , as harm apparent , In my opinion , ought to be prevented . Glo . I hope , the king made peace with all of us ; And the compact is firm , and true , in me . Riv . And so in me ; and so , I think , in all ; Yet , since it ...
... fear of harm , as harm apparent , In my opinion , ought to be prevented . Glo . I hope , the king made peace with all of us ; And the compact is firm , and true , in me . Riv . And so in me ; and so , I think , in all ; Yet , since it ...
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Strona 4 - 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...
Strona 136 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Strona 231 - 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 231 - 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 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Strona 345 - 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 : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Strona 369 - 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 231 - 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...
Strona 33 - 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 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...