The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Band 7F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter Two Gentlemen , meeting . 1 Gent . Whither away so fast ? 2 Gent . O , -God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gent . I'll save you ...
... Trumpets . ACT II . SCENE I. A Street . Enter Two Gentlemen , meeting . 1 Gent . Whither away so fast ? 2 Gent . O , -God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gent . I'll save you ...
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... Trumpets , Sennet , and Cornets . Enter Two Ver- gers , with short Silver Wands ; next them , Two Scribes , in the Habits of Doctors ; after them , the Archbishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of Lincoln , Ely ...
... Trumpets , Sennet , and Cornets . Enter Two Ver- gers , with short Silver Wands ; next them , Two Scribes , in the Habits of Doctors ; after them , the Archbishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of Lincoln , Ely ...
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... Trumpets . The trumpets sound : stand close , the queen is coming . THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION . A lively flourish of Trumpets ; then , enter 1. Two Judges . 2. Lord Chancellor , with the purse and mace before him . 3. Choristers ...
... Trumpets . The trumpets sound : stand close , the queen is coming . THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION . A lively flourish of Trumpets ; then , enter 1. Two Judges . 2. Lord Chancellor , with the purse and mace before him . 3. Choristers ...
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... Trumpets . Enter a third Gentleman . God save you , sir ! Where have you been broiling ? 3 Gent . Among the croud i'the abbey ; where a finger VOL . VII . S Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am KING HENRY VIII . 229.
... Trumpets . Enter a third Gentleman . God save you , sir ! Where have you been broiling ? 3 Gent . Among the croud i'the abbey ; where a finger VOL . VII . S Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am KING HENRY VIII . 229.
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... trumpets sound ; They are come already from the christening : Go , break among the press , and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly ; or I'll find A Marshalsea , shall hold you play these two months . Port . Make way there for ...
... trumpets sound ; They are come already from the christening : Go , break among the press , and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly ; or I'll find A Marshalsea , shall hold you play these two months . Port . Make way there for ...
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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 ; — 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...
Seite 33 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 224 - 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 32 - 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 ! Brak.
Seite 231 - 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...
Seite 34 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 341 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
Seite 4 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— 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 223 - 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 220 - 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.