The Plays, Том 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him as you . Hast . More ...
... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him as you . Hast . More ...
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... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood ...
... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood ...
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... live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take , is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor ...
... live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Glo . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take , is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor ...
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... live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By silken , sly , insinuating Jacks ? Grey . To whom in all this presence speaks your grace ? Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty , nor grace . When have I injur'd ...
... live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By silken , sly , insinuating Jacks ? Grey . To whom in all this presence speaks your grace ? Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty , nor grace . When have I injur'd ...
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... me that was a queen , Outlive thy glory , like my wretched self ! Long may'st thou live , to wail thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee now , Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stall'd in 22 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... me that was a queen , Outlive thy glory , like my wretched self ! Long may'st thou live , to wail thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee now , Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stall'd in 22 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
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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.