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Sivu 4
... first edition of it appeared in 1575 , but the lines quoted on the pre- fent as well as future occafions throughout this play , are not found in any copy before that of 1610 , fo that the author was more probably indebted to Shakspeare ...
... first edition of it appeared in 1575 , but the lines quoted on the pre- fent as well as future occafions throughout this play , are not found in any copy before that of 1610 , fo that the author was more probably indebted to Shakspeare ...
Sivu 23
... first , I'll turn yon ' fellow in his grave ; And then return lamenting to my love . Shine out , fair fun , ' till I have bought a glass , That I may fee my shadow as I pass . SCENE The palace . III . [ Exit . Enter the Queen , Lord ...
... first , I'll turn yon ' fellow in his grave ; And then return lamenting to my love . Shine out , fair fun , ' till I have bought a glass , That I may fee my shadow as I pass . SCENE The palace . III . [ Exit . Enter the Queen , Lord ...
Sivu 33
... first line , her mention of his moral condition infi- nuates her reflections on his deformity : and , in the laft , her mention of his , deformity infinuates her reflections on his moral condition : And thus he has taught her to fcold ...
... first line , her mention of his moral condition infi- nuates her reflections on his deformity : and , in the laft , her mention of his , deformity infinuates her reflections on his moral condition : And thus he has taught her to fcold ...
Sivu 42
... first edition . POPE . 2 Sorrow breaks feafons , & c . ] In the common editions , the keeper is made to hold the dialogue with Clarence till this line . And here Brakenbury enters , pronouncing thefe words ; which feem to me a ...
... first edition . POPE . 2 Sorrow breaks feafons , & c . ] In the common editions , the keeper is made to hold the dialogue with Clarence till this line . And here Brakenbury enters , pronouncing thefe words ; which feem to me a ...
Sivu 47
... first adjective is to be confidered as an adverb . So , in this play he uses childish - foolish , fenfeless- obftinate and mortal - faring . TxRWHITT , That That princely novice , was ftruck dead by thee ? KING RICHARD III . 47.
... first adjective is to be confidered as an adverb . So , in this play he uses childish - foolish , fenfeless- obftinate and mortal - faring . TxRWHITT , That That princely novice , was ftruck dead by thee ? KING RICHARD III . 47.
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againſt Anne Aufidius becauſe blood Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal caufe Cham Clarence Cominius confcience Coriolanus curfe death doth duke Edward Enter Exeunt expreffion fafe faid fame fatirical fear feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fignifies filk firft flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpeech friends ftand ftate ftill fubject fuch fword Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII himſelf Holinfhed honour horfe JOHNSON king king's lady laft Lart lord Lord Chamberlain madam mafter MALONE Marcius Menenius moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble old copy paffage peace perfon pleaſe pleaſure Plutarch pray prefent prince quarto Queen Rich Richard Richard III Rome ſay Shakspeare ſhall ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou ufed unto uſed Volces WARBURTON whofe wife Wolfey word
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Sivu 238 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Sivu 42 - 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.
Sivu 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Sivu 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Sivu 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Sivu 21 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Sivu 280 - 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.
Sivu 284 - 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...
Sivu 6 - 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...
Sivu 280 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.