The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My learn'd lord cardinal , Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown , Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas ...
... Kath . Deliver all with charity . K. Hen . My learn'd lord cardinal , Speak on : How grounded he his title to the crown , Upon our fail ? to this point hast thou heard him At any time speak aught ? Surv . By a vain prophecy of Nicholas ...
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... Kath . If I know you well , You were the duke's surveyor , and lost your office On the complaint o'the tenants : Take good heed , You charge not in your spleen a noble person , And spoil your nobler soul ! I say , take heed ; Yes ...
... Kath . If I know you well , You were the duke's surveyor , and lost your office On the complaint o'the tenants : Take good heed , You charge not in your spleen a noble person , And spoil your nobler soul ! I say , take heed ; Yes ...
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... of prison ? Q. Kath . God mend all ! K. Hen . There's something more would out of thee ; What say'st ? Surv . After - the duke his father , with the knife , - He stretch'd him , and , with one hand on KING HENRY VIII . 197.
... of prison ? Q. Kath . God mend all ! K. Hen . There's something more would out of thee ; What say'st ? Surv . After - the duke his father , with the knife , - He stretch'd him , and , with one hand on KING HENRY VIII . 197.
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... Kath . Sir , I desire you , do me right and justice ; And to bestow your pity on me : for I am a most poor woman , and a stranger , Born out of your dominions ; having here No judge indifferent , nor no more assurance Of equal ...
... Kath . Sir , I desire you , do me right and justice ; And to bestow your pity on me : for I am a most poor woman , and a stranger , Born out of your dominions ; having here No judge indifferent , nor no more assurance Of equal ...
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... Kath . Lord cardinal , - To you I speak . Wol . Your pleasure , madam ? Q. Kath . Sir , I am about to weep ; but , thinking that We are a queen , ( or long have dream'd so , ) certain , The daughter of a king , my drops of tears I'll ...
... Kath . Lord cardinal , - To you I speak . Wol . Your pleasure , madam ? Q. Kath . Sir , I am about to weep ; but , thinking that We are a queen , ( or long have dream'd so , ) certain , The daughter of a king , my drops of tears I'll ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Випуск 9 William Shakespeare Перегляд фрагмента - 1806 |
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Сторінка 259 - 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 349 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : 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 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd 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 271 - 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 38 - 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 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Сторінка 173 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Сторінка 427 - 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 348 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
Сторінка 262 - 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...