The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 Seiten |
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William Shakespeare. detested Life , and most deserved Death . As it hath been lately acted by the Right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his servants . Printed by Valentine Sims , for William Wise , 1597. " It was again reprinted , in ...
William Shakespeare. detested Life , and most deserved Death . As it hath been lately acted by the Right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his servants . Printed by Valentine Sims , for William Wise , 1597. " It was again reprinted , in ...
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... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is — George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers . O , belike , his ...
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is — George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers . O , belike , his ...
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... hath your lordship brooked imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must ; But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
... hath your lordship brooked imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must ; But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
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... Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest.- O , God , that seest it , do not suffer it ; As it was won with blood , lost be it so ! Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge ...
... Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's nest.- O , God , that seest it , do not suffer it ; As it was won with blood , lost be it so ! Buck . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. Mar. Urge ...
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... hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I never did her any , to my knowledge . Glo . Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong . I was too hot to do somebody good , That is too cold ...
... hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q. Eliz . I never did her any , to my knowledge . Glo . Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong . I was too hot to do somebody good , That is too cold ...
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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 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 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
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...
Seite 204 - ... 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. Serve the king ; And...
Seite 204 - 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 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...