The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Nide 7H. Durell, 1818 |
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... blood ! [ 5 ] Obsequious , in this instance , means funereal . STEEVENS . 6 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed was anciently employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old ...
... blood ! [ 5 ] Obsequious , in this instance , means funereal . STEEVENS . 6 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed was anciently employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old ...
Sivu 16
... blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have ...
... blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have ...
Sivu 17
... blood From cold and empty veins , where no blood dwells ; Thy deed , inhuman and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.- O God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his death ! O earth , which this blood drink'st , revenge his ...
... blood From cold and empty veins , where no blood dwells ; Thy deed , inhuman and unnatural , Provokes this deluge most unnatural.- O God , which this blood mad'st , revenge his death ! O earth , which this blood drink'st , revenge his ...
Sivu 18
... blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue , That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders . Anne . Thou wast provoked by ...
... blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast , But that thy brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue , That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders . Anne . Thou wast provoked by ...
Sivu 26
... blood , I spilt mine own . Q. Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were you : -Was not your husband ...
... blood , I spilt mine own . Q. Mar. Ay , and much better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were you : -Was not your husband ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Sivu 169 - O, how wretched 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.
Sivu 169 - 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 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Sivu 177 - O father abbot, 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...
Sivu 11 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged 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 154 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Sivu 32 - 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.
Sivu 171 - 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...
Sivu 32 - 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 102 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.