The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Nide 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 36
Sivu 39
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 7 Inquest , jury . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , Scene IV ...
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 7 Inquest , jury . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , Scene IV ...
Sivu 40
... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you not to murder me for this ; For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know ...
... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you not to murder me for this ; For in that sin he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know ...
Sivu 41
... dear : you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this ...
... dear : you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this ...
Sivu 47
... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold Scene I. 47 KING ...
... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , All thin and naked , to the numb - cold Scene I. 47 KING ...
Sivu 48
... dear Redeemer , You straight are on your knees for pardon , pardon ; And I , unjustly too , must grant it you : - But for my brother , not a man would speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . - The proudest ...
... dear Redeemer , You straight are on your knees for pardon , pardon ; And I , unjustly too , must grant it you : - But for my brother , not a man would speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . - The proudest ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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Sivu 4 - 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 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Sivu 231 - 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 231 - 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 240 - 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 And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Sivu 345 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Sivu 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Sivu 231 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Sivu 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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 34 - Who 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...