The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower ...
... comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower ...
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... comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? + " And that the queen's , " & c . - MALONE . 1 the queen's abjects , ] The most servile of her subjects , who must of course obey all her commands . 2 lie for you : ] i . e . be imprisoned in ...
... comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? + " And that the queen's , " & c . - MALONE . 1 the queen's abjects , ] The most servile of her subjects , who must of course obey all her commands . 2 lie for you : ] i . e . be imprisoned in ...
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... comes the noble duke . Enter GLOSTER . Glo . Good morrow to my sovereign king , and queen ; And , princely peers , a happy time of day ! : - K. Edw . Happy , indeed , as we have spent the day : - Brother , we have done deeds of charity ...
... comes the noble duke . Enter GLOSTER . Glo . Good morrow to my sovereign king , and queen ; And , princely peers , a happy time of day ! : - K. Edw . Happy , indeed , as we have spent the day : - Brother , we have done deeds of charity ...
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... comes the better : I fear , I fear , ' twill prove a giddy world . Enter another Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir ...
... comes the better : I fear , I fear , ' twill prove a giddy world . Enter another Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir ...
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... comes a messenger : What news ? Mess . Such news , my lord , Q. Eliz . How doth the prince ? What is thy news ? As grieves me to unfold . Mess . Well , madam , and in health . Duch . Mess . Lord Rivers , and lord Grey , are sent to Pom ...
... comes a messenger : What news ? Mess . Such news , my lord , Q. Eliz . How doth the prince ? What is thy news ? As grieves me to unfold . Mess . Well , madam , and in health . Duch . Mess . Lord Rivers , and lord Grey , are sent to Pom ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal CATESBY Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady Lart look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
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Seite 215 - 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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have. And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 214 - 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 214 - 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 282 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad...
Seite 127 - 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 217 - 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 ; th(?n if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 283 - 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, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Seite 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...