The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edició 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 20
... friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it ...
... friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it ...
Pàgina 23
... friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , -all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , some three months since ...
... friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , -all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , some three months since ...
Pàgina 27
... friends ; God grant , we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have need of you : Our brother is imprison'd by your means , Myself disgrac'd , and the nobility Held in contempt ; while great promotions Are ...
... friends ; God grant , we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have need of you : Our brother is imprison'd by your means , Myself disgrac'd , and the nobility Held in contempt ; while great promotions Are ...
Pàgina 29
... friends ; To royalize his blood , I spilt mine own . Q. Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were ...
... friends ; To royalize his blood , I spilt mine own . Q. Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were ...
Pàgina 32
... And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And 32 KING RICHARD III .
... And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And 32 KING RICHARD III .
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cres Cressida curse death Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Neoptolemus Nest Nestor noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakspeare sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan STEEVENS sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...