The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volumen7 |
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Was never widow , had so dear a loss . Chil . Were never orphans , had so dear a
loss . Duch . Was never mother had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the mother of
these griefs ; Their woes are parcell ' d , mine are general . She for an Edward ...
Was never widow , had so dear a loss . Chil . Were never orphans , had so dear a
loss . Duch . Was never mother had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the mother of
these griefs ; Their woes are parcell ' d , mine are general . She for an Edward ...
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Dear lord , you are full of fair words . Pan . You speak your fair pleasure , sweet
queen .Fair prince , here is good broken musick . L Par . You have broke it ,
cousin : and , by my life , you shall make it whole again ; you shall piece it out
with a ...
Dear lord , you are full of fair words . Pan . You speak your fair pleasure , sweet
queen .Fair prince , here is good broken musick . L Par . You have broke it ,
cousin : and , by my life , you shall make it whole again ; you shall piece it out
with a ...
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And . Here , sister ; arm ' d , and bloody in intent : Consort with me in loud and
dear petition , ANDRA . Pursue we him on knees ; for I have dream. Cas . i and
wear a castle on thy head ! ] i . e . defend thy head with armour of more than
common ...
And . Here , sister ; arm ' d , and bloody in intent : Consort with me in loud and
dear petition , ANDRA . Pursue we him on knees ; for I have dream. Cas . i and
wear a castle on thy head ! ] i . e . defend thy head with armour of more than
common ...
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Hold you still , I say ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate : Life every man
holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious dear than life .
Enter TROILUS . How now , young man ? mean ' st thou to fight to - day ?
Hold you still , I say ; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate : Life every man
holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious dear than life .
Enter TROILUS . How now , young man ? mean ' st thou to fight to - day ?
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Æneas is a - field ; And I do stand engag ' d to many Greeks , Even in the faith of
valour , to appear This morning to them . Pri . But thou shalt not go . • Hect . I must
not break my faith . You know me dutiful ; therefore , dear sir , Let me not shame ...
Æneas is a - field ; And I do stand engag ' d to many Greeks , Even in the faith of
valour , to appear This morning to them . Pri . But thou shalt not go . • Hect . I must
not break my faith . You know me dutiful ; therefore , dear sir , Let me not shame ...
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Achilles Agam Ajax Anne arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cardinal cause Clarence comes Cres Cressida dead dear death doth duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follows friends Gent gentle give grace Greeks hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector highness hold honour hope hour I'll Johnson Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam matter means mind mother Murd never night noble once peace person play poor pray present prince queen reason Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE soul speak stand sweet tell tent thank thee Ther thing thou thought tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true truth Ulyss York young
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Página 218 - 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.
Página 222 - 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...
Página 34 - 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 ! Brak.
Página 221 - 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!
Página 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
Página 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
Página 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Página 221 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Página 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Página 35 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.