The Plays, Том 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Enter Clarence , guarded , and Brakenbury . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo ...
... Enter Clarence , guarded , and Brakenbury . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo ...
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... Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth , borne in an open coffin , Gentlemen bearing halberds , to guard it ; and Lady Anne as mourner . Anne . Set down , set down , your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse ...
... Enter the corpse of King Henry the Sixth , borne in an open coffin , Gentlemen bearing halberds , to guard it ; and Lady Anne as mourner . Anne . Set down , set down , your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse ...
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... enter heaven ? Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! - Though not by war , by surfeit die your king , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son ...
... enter heaven ? Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! - Though not by war , by surfeit die your king , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son ...
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... Enter two Murderers . But soft , here come my executioners.- How now , my hardy , stout resolved mates ? Are you now going to despatch this thing ? 1 Murd . We are , my lord ; and come to have the warrant , That we may be admitted where ...
... Enter two Murderers . But soft , here come my executioners.- How now , my hardy , stout resolved mates ? Are you now going to despatch this thing ? 1 Murd . We are , my lord ; and come to have the warrant , That we may be admitted where ...
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... enter first Murderer . 1 Murd . How now ? what mean'st thou , that thou help'st me not ? By heaven , the duke shall know how slack you have been . 2 Murd . I would he knew , that I had sav'd his brother ! Take thou the fee , and tell ...
... enter first Murderer . 1 Murd . How now ? what mean'st thou , that thou help'st me not ? By heaven , the duke shall know how slack you have been . 2 Murd . I would he knew , that I had sav'd his brother ! Take thou the fee , and tell ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed Diomedes Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hastings hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King Richard king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley Suff sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto weep Wolsey
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Сторінка 189 - 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 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Сторінка 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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 he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 244 - 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!
Сторінка 188 - 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.
Сторінка 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Сторінка 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Сторінка 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Сторінка 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Сторінка 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.