The Plays of William Shakspeare, Nide 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Sivu 22
... strange mysteries ? Sands . Though they be never so ridiculous , New customs , Nay , let them be unmanly , yet are follow'd . Cham . As far as I see , all the good our English Have got by the late voyage , is but merely A fit or two of ...
... strange mysteries ? Sands . Though they be never so ridiculous , New customs , Nay , let them be unmanly , yet are follow'd . Cham . As far as I see , all the good our English Have got by the late voyage , is but merely A fit or two of ...
Sivu 42
... strange ; a three - pence bow'da would hire me , Old as I am , to queen it : But , I pray you , What think you of a duchess ? have you limbs To bear that load of title ? Anne . No , in truth . Old L. Then you are weakly made : Pluck off ...
... strange ; a three - pence bow'da would hire me , Old as I am , to queen it : But , I pray you , What think you of a duchess ? have you limbs To bear that load of title ? Anne . No , in truth . Old L. Then you are weakly made : Pluck off ...
Sivu 44
... strange to me . Old L. How tastes it ? is it bitter ? forty pence , no . There was a lady once ( ' tis an old story , ) That would not be a queen , that would she not , For all the mud in Egypt : -Have you heard it ? Anne . Come , you ...
... strange to me . Old L. How tastes it ? is it bitter ? forty pence , no . There was a lady once ( ' tis an old story , ) That would not be a queen , that would she not , For all the mud in Egypt : -Have you heard it ? Anne . Come , you ...
Sivu 54
... strange tongue makes my cause more strange , suspicious ; Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If you speak truth , for their poor mistress ' sake ; Believe me , she has had much wrong : Lord car- dinal , The willing ...
... strange tongue makes my cause more strange , suspicious ; Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If you speak truth , for their poor mistress ' sake ; Believe me , she has had much wrong : Lord car- dinal , The willing ...
Sivu 63
... strange commotion Is in his brain : he bites his lip , and starts ; Stops on a sudden , looks upon the ground , Then , lays his finger on his temple ; straight , Springs out into fast gait ; 2 then , stops again , Strikes his breast ...
... strange commotion Is in his brain : he bites his lip , and starts ; Stops on a sudden , looks upon the ground , Then , lays his finger on his temple ; straight , Springs out into fast gait ; 2 then , stops again , Strikes his breast ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet truth Ulyss voices Volces Volscian What's words worthy
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Sivu 73 - 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 yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Sivu 75 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Sivu 105 - In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Sivu 75 - 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.
Sivu 68 - 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.
Sivu 128 - 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 disorder wander...
Sivu 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Sivu 76 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Sivu 72 - 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.
Sivu 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, 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, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...