The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Том 7F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... ther come ? Hast . On what occasion , God he knows , not I , The queen your mother , and your brother York , Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace , But by his mother was perforce ...
... ther come ? Hast . On what occasion , God he knows , not I , The queen your mother , and your brother York , Have taken sanctuary : The tender prince Would fain have come with me to meet your grace , But by his mother was perforce ...
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... ther Clarence ? And little Ned Plantagenet , his son ? Q. Eliz . Where is the gentle Rivers , Vaughan , Grey ? Duch . Where is kind Hastings ? K. Rich . A flourish , trumpets ! -strike alarum , drums ! 1 - that ow'd that crown , ] i . e ...
... ther Clarence ? And little Ned Plantagenet , his son ? Q. Eliz . Where is the gentle Rivers , Vaughan , Grey ? Duch . Where is kind Hastings ? K. Rich . A flourish , trumpets ! -strike alarum , drums ! 1 - that ow'd that crown , ] i . e ...
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... ther , Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that . - The silent hours steal on , 3 2 Look that my staves- ] Staves are the wood of the lances . the melancholy lord Northumberland ? ] Richard calls him melancholy ...
... ther , Who prays continually for Richmond's good : So much for that . - The silent hours steal on , 3 2 Look that my staves- ] Staves are the wood of the lances . the melancholy lord Northumberland ? ] Richard calls him melancholy ...
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... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? Ajax . Thersites , - Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come ...
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ? Ajax . Thersites , - Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come ...
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... Ther . Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his great- ness , as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty , ay , that thou barkest at him . Ajax . Mistress Thersites ! Ther . Thou shouldest ...
... Ther . Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his great- ness , as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty , ay , that thou barkest at him . Ajax . Mistress Thersites ! Ther . Thou shouldest ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressida Crom curse dear death Deiphobus Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto word York
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Сторінка 33 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Сторінка 224 - 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...
Сторінка 32 - 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 ! Brak.
Сторінка 231 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Сторінка 34 - 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 341 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
Сторінка 4 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— 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, 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 223 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Сторінка 220 - 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.