The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 6C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... musick too . Cham . Your colt's tooth is not cast yet . Sands . Well said , Lord Sands : No , my lord ; Sir Thomas , To the cardinal's ; Nor shall not , while I have a stump . Cham . Whither were you a going ? Lov . Your lordship is a ...
... musick too . Cham . Your colt's tooth is not cast yet . Sands . Well said , Lord Sands : No , my lord ; Sir Thomas , To the cardinal's ; Nor shall not , while I have a stump . Cham . Whither were you a going ? Lov . Your lordship is a ...
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... Musick . Dance . Wol . My lord , - Cham . Your grace ? Wol . Pray , tell them thus much from me : There should be one amongst them , by his person , More worthy this place than myself ; to whom , If I but knew him , with my love and ...
... Musick . Dance . Wol . My lord , - Cham . Your grace ? Wol . Pray , tell them thus much from me : There should be one amongst them , by his person , More worthy this place than myself ; to whom , If I but knew him , with my love and ...
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... fair ladies , and a meas ure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter two SC . IV . 23 KING HENRY VIII . Wol. ...
... fair ladies , and a meas ure To lead them once again ; and then let's dream Who's best in favour . - Let the musick knock it . [ Exeunt , with trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter two SC . IV . 23 KING HENRY VIII . Wol. ...
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... musick , plants , and flowers , Ever sprung ; as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet musick is such art ...
... musick , plants , and flowers , Ever sprung ; as sun , and showers , There had been a lasting spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads , and then lay by . In sweet musick is such art ...
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... Musick . 4. Mayor of London , bearing the mace . Then Gar- ter , in his coat of arms , and on his head a gilt copper crown . 5. Marquis Dorset , bearing a sceptre of gold , on his head a demi - coronal of gold . With him , the Earl of ...
... Musick . 4. Mayor of London , bearing the mace . Then Gar- ter , in his coat of arms , and on his head a gilt copper crown . 5. Marquis Dorset , bearing a sceptre of gold , on his head a demi - coronal of gold . With him , the Earl of ...
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Achil Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Corioli Cres Cressid Crom Deiphobus Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Kath king lady Lart LARTIUS look Lord Chamberlain Lord Timon's madam Marcius master MENELAUS MENENIUS musick ne'er Nest never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace poor Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true Trumpets Ulyss voices Volces What's words worthy
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Сторінка 56 - 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
Сторінка 64 - 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 58 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced 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 be heard of, say, 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...
Сторінка 65 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Сторінка 56 - 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 103 - Force should be right — or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Сторінка 58 - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Сторінка 58 - 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...
Сторінка 349 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 140 - Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give...