The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 16
... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one of better ...
... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one of better ...
Pàgina 23
... better than you would wish ! - Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing - while , But you must trouble him with lewd complaints . " Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not ...
... better than you would wish ! - Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing - while , But you must trouble him with lewd complaints . " Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter : The king , of his own royal disposition , And not ...
Pàgina 25
... 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 In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain ? Let ...
... 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 In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain ? Let ...
Pàgina 36
... hither ? 1 Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than te- dious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more . 36 KING RICHARD III .
... hither ? 1 Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs . Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than te- dious : - Let him see our commission ; talk no more . 36 KING RICHARD III .
Pàgina 41
... better for my life , Than Edward will for tidings of my death . 2 Murd . You are deceiv'd , your brother Gloster hates you . Clar . O , no ; he loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar ...
... better for my life , Than Edward will for tidings of my death . 2 Murd . You are deceiv'd , your brother Gloster hates you . Clar . O , no ; he loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 218 - 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 222 - 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...
Pàgina 34 - 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 ! Brak.
Pàgina 221 - 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!
Pàgina 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
Pàgina 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
Pàgina 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Pàgina 221 - 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 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Pàgina 35 - 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.