The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pàgina 1
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , -instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the fouls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , —that am not shap'd ...
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , -instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the fouls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , —that am not shap'd ...
Pàgina 2
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ¿ He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his ...
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ¿ He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his ...
Pàgina 4
... hath ftraitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree foever , with his brother . Glo . Even fo ? an pleafe your worship , Brakenbury , You may partake of any thing we fay : We speak no treason , man ...
... hath ftraitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree foever , with his brother . Glo . Even fo ? an pleafe your worship , Brakenbury , You may partake of any thing we fay : We speak no treason , man ...
Pàgina 5
... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I fhall live , my ford , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and fo fhall ...
... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I fhall live , my ford , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and fo fhall ...
Pàgina 6
... hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter ; What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readieft ...
... hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter ; What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readieft ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1813 |
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Afide againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Athens Becauſe beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clar Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt Flav fome fool forrow foul fpeak friends fuch Gent Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath King RICHARD king's lady laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain lordſhip Lucullus madam majeſty maſter moft moſt Murd muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince queen Rich Richmond ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſpeak Stan ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe wiſh witneſs yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 73 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pàgina 70 - 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 14 - 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 74 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
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 55 - Roots, you clear heavens! 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...
Pàgina 38 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pàgina 71 - 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 28 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pàgina 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...