The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pàgina 21
... hold them , you would swear directly , Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin , or Clotharius , they keep state so . Sands . They have all new legs , and lame ones ; one would take it , That never saw them pace before , the ...
... hold them , you would swear directly , Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin , or Clotharius , they keep state so . Sands . They have all new legs , and lame ones ; one would take it , That never saw them pace before , the ...
Pàgina 25
... health . Sands . [ Drinks . Your grace is noble ; - Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks , And save me so much talking . VOL . VI . * Chair . C Wol . My lord Sands , I am beholden to Scene IV . 25 KING HENRY VIII .
... health . Sands . [ Drinks . Your grace is noble ; - Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks , And save me so much talking . VOL . VI . * Chair . C Wol . My lord Sands , I am beholden to Scene IV . 25 KING HENRY VIII .
Pàgina 48
... hold my most malicious foe , and think not At all a friend to truth . Wol . I do profess You speak not like yourself ; who ever yet Have stood to charity , and display'd the effects Of disposition gentle , and of wisdom O'er topping ...
... hold my most malicious foe , and think not At all a friend to truth . Wol . I do profess You speak not like yourself ; who ever yet Have stood to charity , and display'd the effects Of disposition gentle , and of wisdom O'er topping ...
Pàgina 57
... hold now with him Is only my obedience . What can happen To me , above this wretchedness ? all your studies Make me a curse like this . Cum . Your fears are worse . Q. Kath . Have I liv'd thus long- ( let me speak myself , Since virtue ...
... hold now with him Is only my obedience . What can happen To me , above this wretchedness ? all your studies Make me a curse like this . Cum . Your fears are worse . Q. Kath . Have I liv'd thus long- ( let me speak myself , Since virtue ...
Pàgina 84
... hold a spare garland over her head ; ut which , the other four make reverent court'sies ; then the two that held the garland , deliver the same to the other next two , who observe the same order in their changes , and holding the ...
... hold a spare garland over her head ; ut which , the other four make reverent court'sies ; then the two that held the garland , deliver the same to the other next two , who observe the same order in their changes , and holding the ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
Passatges populars
Pàgina 173 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Pàgina 281 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pàgina 70 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 130 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Pàgina 70 - 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 104 - 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 173 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pàgina 72 - 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 401 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Pàgina 425 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.