The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... prayer will scarcely say - amen . Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she ' s your wife , And loves not me , be you , good lord , assur'd , I hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious ...
... prayer will scarcely say - amen . Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she ' s your wife , And loves not me , be you , good lord , assur'd , I hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious ...
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... pray him , That none of you may live your natural age , But by some unlook'd accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful wither'd hag , Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If heaven have ...
... pray him , That none of you may live your natural age , But by some unlook'd accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful wither'd hag , Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If heaven have ...
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... pray for them that have done scath to us . 3 Glo . So do I ever , being well advis'd ; - For had I curs'd now , I had curs'd myself . Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , and ...
... pray for them that have done scath to us . 3 Glo . So do I ever , being well advis'd ; - For had I curs'd now , I had curs'd myself . Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , and ...
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... pray you , tell me . Clar . Methought , that I had broken from the Tower , And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; 8 And , in my company , my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd ...
... pray you , tell me . Clar . Methought , that I had broken from the Tower , And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; 8 And , in my company , my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd ...
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... prayers cannot appease thee , 8 -with bright hair Dabbled in blood ; ) Lee has transplanted this image in Mithridates , Act IV , sc . i : " I slept ; but oh , a dream so full of terror , " The pale , the trembling midnight ravisher " Ne ...
... prayers cannot appease thee , 8 -with bright hair Dabbled in blood ; ) Lee has transplanted this image in Mithridates , Act IV , sc . i : " I slept ; but oh , a dream so full of terror , " The pale , the trembling midnight ravisher " Ne ...
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ancient Anne archbishop Ben Jonson blood brother Buck Buckingham called cardinal Cates Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience crown curse daughter death devil doth Duch duke Earl Earl of Richmond editors Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends Gent gentle gentleman give Gloster grace Hanmer hath heart heaven Henry VIII Holinshed holy honour Johnson Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovel madam Malone Mason means mother Murd never night noble Norfolk old copy passage person play Polydore Virgil pray prince quarto queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff Rich Richmond Ritson royal scene Shakspeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer soul speak Stan Stanley Steevens tell thee Theobald thou Tower unto Vice Warburton wife Wolsey word York
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Seite 285 - 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' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Seite 12 - 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 304 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Seite 205 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 11 - 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...
Seite 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 173 - 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Seite 290 - 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...
Seite 289 - 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.