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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... Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous , bunch - backed toad . Hast . False - boding woman , end thy frantic curse ; Lest , to thy harm ...
... Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous , bunch - backed toad . Hast . False - boding woman , end thy frantic curse ; Lest , to thy harm ...
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... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabbed him sleeping . 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorse in me . 1 Murd . What ? art thou afraid ? • 1 ...
... fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why , then he'll say , we stabbed him sleeping . 2 Murd . The urging of that word , judgment , hath bred a kind of remorse in me . 1 Murd . What ? art thou afraid ? • 1 ...
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... fool , and shallow , changing — woman !? How now ? what news ? Enter RATCLIFF ; CATESBY following . Rat . Most mighty sovereign , on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore Throng many doubtful , hollow - hearted friends ...
... fool , and shallow , changing — woman !? How now ? what news ? Enter RATCLIFF ; CATESBY following . Rat . Most mighty sovereign , on the western coast Rideth a puissant navy ; to the shore Throng many doubtful , hollow - hearted friends ...
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... Fool , of thyself speak well : -Fool , do not flatter . 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 ...
... Fool , of thyself speak well : -Fool , do not flatter . 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 ...
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... fool and fight is , ' & c . ' To make that only true we now intend . ' And though sir Henry Wotton mentions it as a new play , we have Stowe and Lorkin who call it The play of Henry the Eighth . ' " " That the Prologue and Epilogue were ...
... fool and fight is , ' & c . ' To make that only true we now intend . ' And though sir Henry Wotton mentions it as a new play , we have Stowe and Lorkin who call it The play of Henry the Eighth . ' " " That the Prologue and Epilogue were ...
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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 183 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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 122 - Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly. What, from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no ! alas ! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!
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 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.
Seite 122 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Seite 306 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Seite 263 - 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. Then every thing includes itself in power,...