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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... Richmond , in the parts where he abides . K. Rich . Come hither , Catesby : rumour it abroad , That Anne , my wife , is very grievous sick ; I will take order for her keeping close . Inquire me out some mean - born gentleman , Whom I ...
... Richmond , in the parts where he abides . K. Rich . Come hither , Catesby : rumour it abroad , That Anne , my wife , is very grievous sick ; I will take order for her keeping close . Inquire me out some mean - born gentleman , Whom I ...
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... Richmond , you shall answer it . Buck . What says your highness to my just request ? K. Rich . I do remember me , -Henry the sixth Did prophecy , that Richmond should be king , When Richmond was a little peevish2 boy . A king ! -perhaps ...
... Richmond , you shall answer it . Buck . What says your highness to my just request ? K. Rich . I do remember me , -Henry the sixth Did prophecy , that Richmond should be king , When Richmond was a little peevish2 boy . A king ! -perhaps ...
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... Richmond . Buck . My lord , - K. Rich . Buck . Ay , what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me . K. Rich . Well , but what is't o'clock ? Buck . Of ten . K. Rich . Well , let it strike . Buck ...
... Richmond . Buck . My lord , - K. Rich . Buck . Ay , what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me . K. Rich . Well , but what is't o'clock ? Buck . Of ten . K. Rich . Well , let it strike . Buck ...
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... Richmond airns At young Elizabeth , my brother's daughter , And , by that knot , looks proudly on the crown , To her ... Richmond troubles me more near , Than Buckingham and his rash - levied strength . The country in which Richmond had ...
... Richmond airns At young Elizabeth , my brother's daughter , And , by that knot , looks proudly on the crown , To her ... Richmond troubles me more near , Than Buckingham and his rash - levied strength . The country in which Richmond had ...
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... Richmond is their admiral ; And there they hull , expecting but the aid Of Buckingham , to welcome them ashore . K. Rich . Some light - foot friend post to the duke of Norfolk : - Ratcliff , thyself , -or Catesby ; where is he ? Cate ...
... Richmond is their admiral ; And there they hull , expecting but the aid Of Buckingham , to welcome them ashore . K. Rich . Some light - foot friend post to the duke of Norfolk : - Ratcliff , thyself , -or Catesby ; where is he ? Cate ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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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...