The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... blind with weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , Pitiful . My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to Scene II . 15 KING RICHARD III .
... blind with weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , Pitiful . My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to Scene II . 15 KING RICHARD III .
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... friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I some three months since , Stabb'd ...
... friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I some three months since , Stabb'd ...
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... friends ; God grant , we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have need of you : Our brother is imprison'd by your means , Myself disgrac'd , and the nobility Held in contempt ; while great promotions Are ...
... friends ; God grant , we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have need of you : Our brother is imprison'd by your means , Myself disgrac'd , and the nobility Held in contempt ; while great promotions Are ...
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... friends ; To royalize his blood , I spilt mine own . Q Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious , for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were ...
... friends ; To royalize his blood , I spilt mine own . Q Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious , for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were ...
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... friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Thou ...
... friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! Thou ...
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Seite 4 - 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 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 231 - 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 231 - 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 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Seite 345 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Seite 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Seite 231 - 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 33 - 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.
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...