The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Band 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... Duch . No , boy . 1 Hastings was lord chamberlain to king Edward IV . 2 Cecily , daughter of Ralph Neville , first earl of Westmoreland , and widow of Richard duke of York , who was killed at the battle of Wake- field , 1460. She ...
... Duch . No , boy . 1 Hastings was lord chamberlain to king Edward IV . 2 Cecily , daughter of Ralph Neville , first earl of Westmoreland , and widow of Richard duke of York , who was killed at the battle of Wake- field , 1460. She ...
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... Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me both ; I do lament the sickness of the king , As loath to lose him , not your father's death ; It were lost sorrow , to wail one that's lost . Son . Then , grandam , you conclude that he is dead ...
... Duch . My pretty cousins , you mistake me both ; I do lament the sickness of the king , As loath to lose him , not your father's death ; It were lost sorrow , to wail one that's lost . Son . Then , grandam , you conclude that he is dead ...
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... Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead . Why grow the branches , when the root is gone ? Why wither not the leaves that want ...
... Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son , our king , is dead . Why grow the branches , when the root is gone ? Why wither not the leaves that want ...
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... Duch . Alas , for both , both mine , Edward and Clar- ence ! Q. Eliz . What stay had I , but Edward ? and he's gone . Chil . What stay had we , but Clarence ? and he's gone . Duch . What stays had I , but they ? and they are gone . Q ...
... Duch . Alas , for both , both mine , Edward and Clar- ence ! Q. Eliz . What stay had I , but Edward ? and he's gone . Chil . What stay had we , but Clarence ? and he's gone . Duch . What stays had I , but they ? and they are gone . Q ...
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... Duch . God bless thee ; and put meekness in thy breast , Love , charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glo . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! - That is the butt - end of a mother's blessing ; I marvel that her grace did leave it ...
... Duch . God bless thee ; and put meekness in thy breast , Love , charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glo . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! - That is the butt - end of a mother's blessing ; I marvel that her grace did leave it ...
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Seite 8 - 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...
Seite 201 - 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 ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Seite 234 - 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 : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Seite 203 - 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.
Seite 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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.
Seite 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Seite 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...
Seite 7 - Grim-visaged war 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.
Seite 210 - O father abbot, 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...
Seite 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched 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.