The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... thee . Wol . My lord , - Cham . [ Music . Dance . 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 ...
... thee . Wol . My lord , - Cham . [ Music . Dance . 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 ...
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... wife - like government , -- Obeying in commanding , and thy parts Sovereign and pious else , could speak thee out , 1 ) VOL . VI . ( 1 ) Speak out thy merits . The queen of earthly queens : -She is noble born Scene IV . 49 KING HENRY VIII .
... wife - like government , -- Obeying in commanding , and thy parts Sovereign and pious else , could speak thee out , 1 ) VOL . VI . ( 1 ) Speak out thy merits . The queen of earthly queens : -She is noble born Scene IV . 49 KING HENRY VIII .
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... thee else . - My lords , Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? And from this fellow ? If we live thus tamely , To be thus jaded2 by a piece of scarlet , Farewell nobility ; let his grace go forward , And dare us with his cap , like ...
... thee else . - My lords , Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? And from this fellow ? If we live thus tamely , To be thus jaded2 by a piece of scarlet , Farewell nobility ; let his grace go forward , And dare us with his cap , like ...
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... thee from me , Cromwell ; I am a poor fallen man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : seek the king ; That sun , I pray , may never set ! I have told him What , and how true thou art : he will advance thee ; Some little memory of ...
... thee from me , Cromwell ; I am a poor fallen man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : seek the king ; That sun , I pray , may never set ! I have told him What , and how true thou art : he will advance thee ; Some little memory of ...
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... 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 . Mark but my fall , and ...
... 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 . Mark but my fall , and ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and ..., Том 6 William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1805 |
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace 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 to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet truth Ulyss voices Volces Volscian What's words worthy
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Сторінка 73 - 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 yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Сторінка 75 - 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 105 - In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Сторінка 75 - 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 miss'd it.
Сторінка 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Сторінка 128 - 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 75 - 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 be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Сторінка 76 - 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 72 - 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 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...