The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edició 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 9
... her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliver❜d ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is KING RICHARD III . 9.
... her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliver❜d ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is KING RICHARD III . 9.
Pàgina 10
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not , what an ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not , what an ...
Pàgina 11
... heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto KING RICHARD III . 11.
... heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto KING RICHARD III . 11.
Pàgina 12
... Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , 12 KING RICHARD III .
... Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , 12 KING RICHARD III .
Pàgina 16
... heaven , with lightning strike the murderer dead , Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! } Glo . Lady , you know no rules of ...
... heaven , with lightning strike the murderer dead , Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! } Glo . Lady , you know no rules of ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cres Cressida Crom 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 honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD 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 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...