The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... speak no treason , man ; -We say , the king Is wise , and virtuous ; and his noble queen Well struck in years ; fair , and not jealous : - We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing ...
... speak no treason , man ; -We say , the king Is wise , and virtuous ; and his noble queen Well struck in years ; fair , and not jealous : - We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing ...
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... speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if ...
... speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if ...
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... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By ...
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By ...
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... speak ! Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore ...
... speak ! Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore ...
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... speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . - The proudest of you all Have been beholden to him in his life ; Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- O God ! I fear , thy justice will take hold On me ...
... speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . - The proudest of you all Have been beholden to him in his life ; Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- O God ! I fear , thy justice will take hold On me ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal CATESBY Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady Lart look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard 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 tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
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Сторінка 215 - 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 214 - 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 214 - 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 282 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd 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...
Сторінка 127 - 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 217 - 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 ; th(?n if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Сторінка 283 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Сторінка 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Сторінка 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Сторінка 217 - 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...