The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , that am not shap'd for ...
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , that am not shap'd for ...
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... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike ...
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike ...
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... hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree so ever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ? an please your worship , Braken- bury , You may partake of any thing we say : We speak no treason ...
... hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree so ever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ? an please your worship , Braken- bury , You may partake of any thing we say : We speak no treason ...
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... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
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... hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest ...
... hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest ...
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Сторінка 4 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Сторінка 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Сторінка 231 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 231 - 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 240 - 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...
Сторінка 345 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Сторінка 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Сторінка 231 - 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...
Сторінка 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, ' Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Сторінка 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...