Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is delivered ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By Heaven , I think there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred , and ...
... there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is delivered ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By Heaven , I think there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred , and ...
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... there's no doubt his majesty Will soon recover his accustomed health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse ; Therefore , for God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz ...
... there's no doubt his majesty Will soon recover his accustomed health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse ; Therefore , for God's sake , entertain good comfort , And cheer his grace with quick and merry words . Q. Eliz ...
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... There's many a gentle person made a Jack . Q. Eliz . Come , come , we know your meaning , brother Gloster ; You envy my advancement , and my friends ' ; God grant we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have ...
... There's many a gentle person made a Jack . Q. Eliz . Come , come , we know your meaning , brother Gloster ; You envy my advancement , and my friends ' ; God grant we never may have need of you ! Glo . Meantime , God grants that we have ...
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... There's nothing differs but the outward fame . Enter the Two Murderers . 1 Murd . Ho ! who's here ? Brak . What ... there sits the duke asleep . I'll to the king ; and signify to him , That thus I have resigned to you my charge . 1 ...
... There's nothing differs but the outward fame . Enter the Two Murderers . 1 Murd . Ho ! who's here ? Brak . What ... there sits the duke asleep . I'll to the king ; and signify to him , That thus I have resigned to you my charge . 1 ...
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... there's few , or none , will entertain it . 1 Murd . What if it come to thee again ? 2 Murd . I'll not meddle with it ; it is a dangerous thing ; it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal , but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear ...
... there's few , or none , will entertain it . 1 Murd . What if it come to thee again ? 2 Murd . I'll not meddle with it ; it is a dangerous thing ; it makes a man a coward ; a man cannot steal , but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear ...
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Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble old copy Pandarus Patroclus peace Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Richmond 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 Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
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Seite 8 - 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 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 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 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 262 - The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. 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: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to...
Seite 203 - 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 ; 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...
Seite 307 - 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 122 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Seite 262 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 203 - 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.