The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Nide 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 73
Sivu 4
... wife , and the contention of the two houses of Lancaster and Yorke . " This could not have been the work of Shakspeare , unless he afterwards dismissed the death of Jane Shore , as an unnecessary incident , when he revised the play ...
... wife , and the contention of the two houses of Lancaster and Yorke . " This could not have been the work of Shakspeare , unless he afterwards dismissed the death of Jane Shore , as an unnecessary incident , when he revised the play ...
Sivu 13
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity 7 . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there " , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day ...
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity 7 . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there " , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day ...
Sivu 14
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the queen's kindred3 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? } BRAK . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do ...
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And that the queen's kindred3 are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? } BRAK . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do ...
Sivu 16
... wife , - sister . " I will solicit for you , though it should be at the expence of so much degradation and constraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a sister . But by slipping , as it were casually , widow , into the ...
... wife , - sister . " I will solicit for you , though it should be at the expence of so much degradation and constraint , as to own the low - born wife of King Edward for a sister . But by slipping , as it were casually , widow , into the ...
Sivu 19
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made ...
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made ...
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ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Sivu 10 - 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 425 - 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 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Sivu 448 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Sivu 430 - 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...
Sivu 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Sivu 425 - 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.
Sivu 305 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Sivu 441 - 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 426 - 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 ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes