The Plays, Volum 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Pàgina 5
... speak no treason , man ; -We say the king Is wise and virtuous ; and his noble queen Well struck in years ; fair and not jealous ; * Fancies . The Queen and Shore . We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot B 2 SCENE I. ] 5 KING ...
... speak no treason , man ; -We say the king Is wise and virtuous ; and his noble queen Well struck in years ; fair and not jealous ; * Fancies . The Queen and Shore . We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot B 2 SCENE I. ] 5 KING ...
Pàgina 13
... speak . My proud heart sues , and promps my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend ...
... speak . My proud heart sues , and promps my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend ...
Pàgina 14
... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo ...
... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo ...
Pàgina 18
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By ...
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abus'd By ...
Pàgina 20
... speak , my pains * are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was ...
... speak , my pains * are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 189 - 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 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Pàgina 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Pàgina 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pàgina 188 - 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 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pàgina 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Pàgina 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Pàgina 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.