The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volum 19R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Pàgina 19
... fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou ... falls . MALONE . Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence C 2 SC . II . 19 KING RICHARD III .
... fall of virtuous Lancaster.- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou ... falls . MALONE . Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence C 2 SC . II . 19 KING RICHARD III .
Pàgina 22
... falls , and asks me why I did it . " Again , in The Widow's Tears , by Chapman , 1612 : " The captain will assay an old conclusion often approved ; that at the murderer's sight the blood revives again and boils afresh ; and every wound ...
... falls , and asks me why I did it . " Again , in The Widow's Tears , by Chapman , 1612 : " The captain will assay an old conclusion often approved ; that at the murderer's sight the blood revives again and boils afresh ; and every wound ...
Pàgina 25
... fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? ANNE . Thou wast the cause , and most accurs'd effect 9 . GLO . Your beauty ...
... fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? ANNE . Thou wast the cause , and most accurs'd effect 9 . GLO . Your beauty ...
Pàgina 29
... fall the Sword . 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 . ANNE . I have already . GLO . That was ...
... fall the Sword . 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 . ANNE . I have already . GLO . That was ...
Pàgina 42
... fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me ? Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle villain 2 ...
... fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me ? Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle villain 2 ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volum 19 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1821 |
The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volum 19 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1821 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 10 - 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...
Pàgina 495 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Pàgina 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pàgina 432 - 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...
Pàgina 433 - 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...
Pàgina 56 - I 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...
Pàgina 9 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pàgina 427 - 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.
Pàgina 305 - 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.
Pàgina 397 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.