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 11
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , 3 obsequiously lament — ] Obsequious , in this instance , means funereal . 6 -key - cold- ] A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it ...
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , 3 obsequiously lament — ] Obsequious , in this instance , means funereal . 6 -key - cold- ] A key , on account of the coldness of the metal of which it ...
Pàgina 15
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon ? Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon ? Glo . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Glo . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . Glo . I know so . But , gentle lady Anne , - To ...
Pàgina 17
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause , to sob , and weep , That ...
Pàgina 26
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me : ' Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you ...
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me : ' Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you ...
Pàgina 28
... hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
... hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee , the troubler of the poor world's peace ...
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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.