The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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Pàgina 42
... Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep fo oft ? and beat your And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! breaft ; Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble ...
... Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep fo oft ? and beat your And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! breaft ; Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble ...
Pàgina 43
... Duch 2. Eliz . Ah ! who fhall hinder me To chide my fortune , and torment I'll join with black despair against m And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this fcene of ru 2. Eliz . To make an act of tragich Edward , my lord ...
... Duch 2. Eliz . Ah ! who fhall hinder me To chide my fortune , and torment I'll join with black despair against m And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this fcene of ru 2. Eliz . To make an act of tragich Edward , my lord ...
Pàgina 45
... Duch . God bless thee ; and put meeknefs in thy breast , Love , charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glo . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! — That is the butt - end of a mother's bleffing ; [ Afide . I marvel , that her grace ...
... Duch . God bless thee ; and put meeknefs in thy breast , Love , charity , obedience , and true duty ! Glo . Amen ; and make me die a good old man ! — That is the butt - end of a mother's bleffing ; [ Afide . I marvel , that her grace ...
Pàgina 49
... Duch . long with all my heart to fee the prince ; I hope , he is much grown fince laft I faw him . 2. Eliz . But I hear , no ; they fay , my fon of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth . York . Ay , mother , but I would not have ...
... Duch . long with all my heart to fee the prince ; I hope , he is much grown fince laft I faw him . 2. Eliz . But I hear , no ; they fay , my fon of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth . York . Ay , mother , but I would not have ...
Pàgina 51
... Duch . Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days ! How many of you have mine eyes beheld ? My husband loft his life to get the crown ; And often up and down my fons were tolt , For me to joy , and weep , their gain , and loss : And being ...
... Duch . Accurfed and unquiet wrangling days ! How many of you have mine eyes beheld ? My husband loft his life to get the crown ; And often up and down my fons were tolt , For me to joy , and weep , their gain , and loss : And being ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt flain Flav fleep fome fool forrow foul fpirit friends fuch Gent Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam maſter Moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince promiſe queen Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pàgina 65 - 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 12 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Pàgina 67 - 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...
Pàgina 27 - 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 64 - 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 26 - 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.
Pàgina 64 - 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.