The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Nide 5 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 69
Sivu 30
... rich - jewel'd coffer of Darius , Transported shall be at high festivals Before the kings and queens of France . No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry , But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint . Come in ; and let us banquet royally ...
... rich - jewel'd coffer of Darius , Transported shall be at high festivals Before the kings and queens of France . No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry , But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint . Come in ; and let us banquet royally ...
Sivu 103
... rich . So worthless peasants bargain for their wives , As market - men for oxen , sheep , or horse . Marriage is a matter of more worth , Than to be dealt in by attorneyship : Not whom we will , but whom his grace affects , Must be ...
... rich . So worthless peasants bargain for their wives , As market - men for oxen , sheep , or horse . Marriage is a matter of more worth , Than to be dealt in by attorneyship : Not whom we will , but whom his grace affects , Must be ...
Sivu 120
... rich cardinal , And from the great and new - made duke of Suffolk ; Yet I do find it so : for , to be plain , They , knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour , Have hired me to undermine the duchess , And buz these conjurations in her ...
... rich cardinal , And from the great and new - made duke of Suffolk ; Yet I do find it so : for , to be plain , They , knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour , Have hired me to undermine the duchess , And buz these conjurations in her ...
Sivu 214
... Rich . And if words will not , then our weapons shall . Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so ; I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor.- Call hither to the stake my ...
... Rich . And if words will not , then our weapons shall . Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so ; I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor.- Call hither to the stake my ...
Sivu 216
... Rich . Fie ! charity ! for shame ! speak not in spite , For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to - night . Y. Clif . Foul stigmatic , that's more than thou canst tell . Rich . If not in heaven , you'll surely sup in hell . [ Exeunt ...
... Rich . Fie ! charity ! for shame ! speak not in spite , For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to - night . Y. Clif . Foul stigmatic , that's more than thou canst tell . Rich . If not in heaven , you'll surely sup in hell . [ Exeunt ...
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Alarum ALENÇON Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Cardinal Wolsey Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King HENRY king's lady live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Malone Margaret modern editors Murd never noble old copies peace Plantagenet play pray prince quartos read queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stage-direction Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedy unto Warwick Wolsey words
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Sivu 557 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Sivu 347 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Sivu 268 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sivu 549 - 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 556 - 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...
Sivu 7 - HUNG be the heavens with black , yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Sivu 348 - 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...
Sivu 376 - 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.
Sivu 483 - I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Sivu 556 - 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.