The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volum 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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Pàgina 8
... hate the idle pleasures of these days . Plots have I laid , inductions dangerous , By drunken prophecies , libels , and dreams , To set my brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other ; And , if king Edward ...
... hate the idle pleasures of these days . Plots have I laid , inductions dangerous , By drunken prophecies , libels , and dreams , To set my brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other ; And , if king Edward ...
Pàgina 11
... hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steeled with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live ; Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to ...
... hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steeled with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live ; Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to ...
Pàgina 12
... hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , 1 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was often employed to stop any slight bleeding . The ...
... hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , 1 A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was often employed to stop any slight bleeding . The ...
Pàgina 19
... hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks ...
... hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal , But the plain devil , and dissembling looks ...
Pàgina 21
... hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers ; Or , if she be accused on true report , Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward ...
... hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers ; Or , if she be accused on true report , Bear with her weakness , which , I think , proceeds From wayward ...
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Pàgina 8 - 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...
Pàgina 201 - 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 ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 234 - 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 : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Pàgina 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Pàgina 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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.
Pàgina 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 7 - 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.
Pàgina 210 - 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...
Pàgina 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched 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.