The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volumen5 |
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... Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen . Yet , Stanley ...
... Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen . Yet , Stanley ...
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William Shakespeare. Q. Eliz . What likelihood of his amendment , lords ? Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheer- fully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam ; he desires to make ...
William Shakespeare. Q. Eliz . What likelihood of his amendment , lords ? Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheer- fully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam ; he desires to make ...
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... Buck . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. Mar. What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ! Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
... Buck . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. Mar. What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ! Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
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... Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butchered . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And in ...
... Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butchered . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And in ...
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... Buck . Nor no one here ; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air . Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky , And there awake God's gentle - sleeping peace . O , Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ...
... Buck . Nor no one here ; for curses never pass The lips of those that breathe them in the air . Q. Mar. I'll not believe but they ascend the sky , And there awake God's gentle - sleeping peace . O , Buckingham , beware of yonder dog ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play Plutarch Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
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Página 8 - 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...
Página 199 - 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 honors 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 199 - 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 323 - 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.
Página 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Página 304 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Página 34 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 34 - Who 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...
Página 202 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 32 - 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.