The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volum 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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Pàgina 5
... heavens , be reveng'd on me ! Cliff . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down : My heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Hen . Be patient , gentle earl of ...
... heavens , be reveng'd on me ! Cliff . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down : My heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Hen . Be patient , gentle earl of ...
Pàgina 16
... heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Cliff . So cowards fight , when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all ...
... heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Cliff . So cowards fight , when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all ...
Pàgina 19
... heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What , weeping - ripe , my lord Northumber- land ? Think ...
... heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my kin , I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What , weeping - ripe , my lord Northumber- land ? Think ...
Pàgina 21
... heaven figures some event . Edw . " Tis wondrous strange , the like yet never I think , it cites us , brother , to the field ; That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , [ heard of . Should ...
... heaven figures some event . Edw . " Tis wondrous strange , the like yet never I think , it cites us , brother , to the field ; That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , [ heard of . Should ...
Pàgina 25
... heaven forefend ! War . No longer earl of March , but duke of York ; The next degree is , England's royal throne : For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along ; And he , that throws.not up his cap for ...
... heaven forefend ! War . No longer earl of March , but duke of York ; The next degree is , England's royal throne : For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along ; And he , that throws.not up his cap for ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1850 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1850 |
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster house of York i'the Kath king king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lordship madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richard Richmond SCENE Serv shalt soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Timon Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 56 - 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 53 - 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.
Pàgina 84 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; 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.
Pàgina 53 - 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 48 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Pàgina 49 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd 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.
Pàgina 93 - Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Pàgina 9 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Pàgina 19 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...
Pàgina 104 - 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.