The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 5G. Bell, 1875 |
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antium Aufidius bear beseech bissom blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida Diomed doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear fight fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Julius Cæsar Kath King Henry king's kiss lady lord Lord Chamberlain madam Marcius means Menelaus Menenius Nestor never night noble old copies Pandarus passage Patr Patroclus peace play Plutarch Pr'ythee praise pray Priam princes quarto queen Rome SCENE Serv servant Shakespeare soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thing thou art thou hast tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true trumpet truth Ulyss voices Volsces What's Wolsey word
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Seite 92 - 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...
Seite 227 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Seite 96 - 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...
Seite 8 - 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. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it.
Seite 387 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still...
Seite 95 - 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 96 - 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 227 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Seite 93 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 129 - In the month of May, namely, on May-day in the morning, every man, except impediment, would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods, there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the harmony of birds, praising God in their kind...