The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 6 |
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Pàgina 29
... serv'd , you would be taught your duty . Q. Mar. To serve me well , you all should do me duty , Teach me to be your queen , and you my subjects : O , serve me well , and teach yourselves that duty . Dor . Dispute not with her , she is ...
... serv'd , you would be taught your duty . Q. Mar. To serve me well , you all should do me duty , Teach me to be your queen , and you my subjects : O , serve me well , and teach yourselves that duty . Dor . Dispute not with her , she is ...
Pàgina 167
... Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , Go , give them welcome , you can speak the ...
... Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed ; And hither make , as great ambassadors From foreign princes . Wol . Good lord chamberlain , Go , give them welcome , you can speak the ...
Pàgina 217
... serv'd my God with half the zeal 3 5 Had I but serv'd my God , & c . ] This sentence was really uttered by Wolsey . But it was a strange sentence for him to utter , who was disgraced for the basest treachery to his king in the affair of ...
... serv'd my God with half the zeal 3 5 Had I but serv'd my God , & c . ] This sentence was really uttered by Wolsey . But it was a strange sentence for him to utter , who was disgraced for the basest treachery to his king in the affair of ...
Pàgina 218
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. I serv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies . Crom . Good sir , have patience . Wol . So I have . Farewell The hopes of court ! my ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. I serv'd my king , he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies . Crom . Good sir , have patience . Wol . So I have . Farewell The hopes of court ! my ...
Pàgina 314
... Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You do depend upon him , I mean ? Serv . Sir , I do depend upon the lord . Pan . You do depend upon a noble gentleman ; I must needs praise him . Serv . The lord be praised ! Pan . You ...
... Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You do depend upon him , I mean ? Serv . Sir , I do depend upon the lord . Pan . You do depend upon a noble gentleman ; I must needs praise him . Serv . The lord be praised ! Pan . You ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ajax Anne Apem arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cause comes Coriolanus Cres death doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall fear fight follow fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector hold honour hour I'll JOHNSON keep king lady leave live look lord MALONE Marcius master means mind mother nature never noble o'the once peace play poor pray present prince queen reason Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant soul speak stand stay sweet sword tell thank thee Ther thing thou thou art thought Timon tongue Troilus true Ulyss voice worthy
Passatges populars
Pàgina 127 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pàgina 214 - 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 217 - 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 330 - 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: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 214 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pàgina 209 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. 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 217 - 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 be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pàgina 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; 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, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 127 - For hateful deeds committed by myself! 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. 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. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pàgina 140 - 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.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 6 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers |
| Publicat | 1823 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 22 Oct. 2007 |
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