Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
The Works of William Shakespeare: From the Text of the Rev. Alexander Dyce's ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018
Arcite arms Artois Audley bear beauty bless blood Buck Calais cant term Cham Char conscience Cornets corruption countess cousin Cran Creon Crom Cromwell dance dare Daugh death Doctor doth duke Duke of Lorrain Duke of Normandy Edward Emilia Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair falconry Farewell father fear France Gaoler Gard Gent give grace hand hath hear heart heaven highness HIPPOLYTA honor horse John John of France Kath king's kiss kneel lady leave liege live Lodowick Lord Chamberlain lov'd madam maid ne'er never night noble Palamon PIRITHOUS pity pray Prince Prince of Wales prison queen SCENE Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tell thank Thebes thee There's Theseus thine thing thou art tongue unto wench Wolsey woman Wooer word
Seite 314 - 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...
Seite 308 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd 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 320 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.
Seite 321 - 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 314 - 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 mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Seite 320 - From his cradle, 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.
Seite 61 - 11 tell you quickly. As I late was angling In the great lake that lies behind the palace, From the far shore, thick set with reeds and sedges, As patiently I was attending sport, I heard a voice, a shrill one ; and attentive I gave my ear ; when I might well perceive 'Twas one that sung, and by the smallness of it, A boy or woman.
Seite 24 - A spacious field of reasons could I urge, Between his glory, daughter, and thy shame : That poison shows worst in a golden cup ; Dark night seems darker by the lightning flash ; Lilies, that fester, smell far worse than weeds ; And every glory that inclines to sin, The shame is treble by the opposite.