The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Richard the Third. Henry the Eighth. CoriolanusCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . - But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these ...
... madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . - But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these ...
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... madam ; there's no doubt , his Will soon recover his accustom'd health . [ majesty Grey . In that you brook it ill ... Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay ...
... madam ; there's no doubt , his Will soon recover his accustom'd health . [ majesty Grey . In that you brook it ill ... Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay ...
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... Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . [ Aside . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come : -lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend upon your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER ...
... Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . [ Aside . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come : -lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend upon your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER ...
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... Madam , yourself are not exempt in this , --- Nor your son Dorset , -Buckingham , nor you ; - You have been factious one against the other . Wife , love lord Hastings , let him kiss your hand ; And what you do , do it unfeignedly . Q ...
... Madam , yourself are not exempt in this , --- Nor your son Dorset , -Buckingham , nor you ; - You have been factious one against the other . Wife , love lord Hastings , let him kiss your hand ; And what you do , do it unfeignedly . Q ...
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... madam , I entreat true peace of you , Which I will purchase with my duteous service ; → Of you , my noble cousin Buckingham , If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ; - Of you , lord Rivers , —and , lord Grey , of you , - That all ...
... madam , I entreat true peace of you , Which I will purchase with my duteous service ; → Of you , my noble cousin Buckingham , If ever any grudge were lodg'd between us ; - Of you , lord Rivers , —and , lord Grey , of you , - That all ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Сторінка 169 - 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 forever 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...
Сторінка 169 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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...
Сторінка 165 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Сторінка 102 - 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!
Сторінка 172 - ... 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.
Сторінка 178 - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not \ But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford...
Сторінка 169 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Сторінка 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Сторінка 32 - 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.
Сторінка 197 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.