Charles I: A Dramatic Poem : Containing Also General Remarks on Some of the Beautiful Plays of Shakspeare [sic]Dhana-Sindhu Press, 1865 - 160 pàgines |
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Pàgina 44
... prison to me ! Ah ! To be taken captive by my subjects Is what I formerly abhorred . Ye gods and angels and all you host of Heaven and earth , now save me from th ' [ infinite Wrath of my insolent subjects , my subjects Whom I [ 44 ]
... prison to me ! Ah ! To be taken captive by my subjects Is what I formerly abhorred . Ye gods and angels and all you host of Heaven and earth , now save me from th ' [ infinite Wrath of my insolent subjects , my subjects Whom I [ 44 ]
Pàgina 49
... of th ' army That you shall be committed to prison , Where being but a private man , you shall Know several persons accuse you of Treason ! Let some of the guards be ready there . Enter guard King . Farewell my lords I am deceived [ 49 ]
... of th ' army That you shall be committed to prison , Where being but a private man , you shall Know several persons accuse you of Treason ! Let some of the guards be ready there . Enter guard King . Farewell my lords I am deceived [ 49 ]
Pàgina 51
... prison , shouldst allow me to stay Here in peace ! Thee shall I consider as My palace , if I can reign here secure Of pale envy's shot , or fortune's frown ! Alas ! my subjects of England ! Do not Envy me this humble dungeon here ...
... prison , shouldst allow me to stay Here in peace ! Thee shall I consider as My palace , if I can reign here secure Of pale envy's shot , or fortune's frown ! Alas ! my subjects of England ! Do not Envy me this humble dungeon here ...
Pàgina 52
... I fly From th ' prison , and spend my life in devotion And great creator's praise far from the Vigilant pursuit of my insolent Subjects ! Thou earth ! hear not the noise [ which Shall be made by my footsteps , lest it may [ 52 ]
... I fly From th ' prison , and spend my life in devotion And great creator's praise far from the Vigilant pursuit of my insolent Subjects ! Thou earth ! hear not the noise [ which Shall be made by my footsteps , lest it may [ 52 ]
Pàgina 53
... prison let us search him . 2d Guard . Here is the prisoner attempting to escape . [ Apprehends the king . King . O save me friends from th ' animosity Of my enemies , my miserable Condition cries for your help ! [ Exit guarded . Act 5.ˆ ...
... prison let us search him . 2d Guard . Here is the prisoner attempting to escape . [ Apprehends the king . King . O save me friends from th ' animosity Of my enemies , my miserable Condition cries for your help ! [ Exit guarded . Act 5.ˆ ...
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Adieu ambition beauties blood Brad Brutus Cæsar Charles 1st command confess Court Crom Cromwell dear death deeds dramatic Duke of Gloster Earl of Strafford English Enter a Messenger Enter King Exeuent Exit expressed eyes faithful Farewell father following lines forces fortume friends gentleman gracious grief guarded Hamlet hast hath hear heart heaven honor House House of Peers humble Iago Ireton Jogo Juliet justice Kalidas king of England kingdom Laud live London Lord Astley lord Falkland lord Strafford lordships Macbeth Macduff majesty majesty's mankind manner Marmaduke Langdale ment mind murder nature noble Othello palace Parliament passion peace peers poem poet Prince Rupert prison queen reign Romeo royal Scene 3d Scotland sentiments serjeant Serjeant at arms Shakspeare sheriff shew shewn soldiers sorrow sorry soul speak speech subjects terror thee thing thou art throne thy name Tipstaves treason Tybalt virtuous
Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears: — why she, even she, — O God!
Pàgina 35 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Pàgina 10 - No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...
Pàgina 42 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Pàgina 26 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
Pàgina 44 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men,— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Pàgina 7 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Pàgina 42 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 42 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pàgina 11 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.