The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusLongman and Company, 1847 |
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Pàgina 4
... Brothers to the King . terwards King Richard III . A young Son of Clarence . HENRY , Earl of Richmond , afterwards K ... Brother to King EDWARD'S Queen : Marquis of DORSET , and Lord GREY , her Sons . Earl of OXFORD . Lord LovEL . Lord ...
... Brothers to the King . terwards King Richard III . A young Son of Clarence . HENRY , Earl of Richmond , afterwards K ... Brother to King EDWARD'S Queen : Marquis of DORSET , and Lord GREY , her Sons . Earl of OXFORD . Lord LovEL . Lord ...
Pàgina 7
... brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other : And , if king Edward be as true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up ; About a prophecy , which ...
... brother Clarence , and the king , In deadly hate the one against the other : And , if king Edward be as true and just , As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up ; About a prophecy , which ...
Pàgina 8
... brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred ...
... brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen's kindred ...
Pàgina 9
... Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in , — Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister , — I will perform it , to enfranchise you . Mean time , this deep disgrace in brotherhood , Touches me ...
... Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in , — Were it , to call king Edward's widow - sister , — I will perform it , to enfranchise you . Mean time , this deep disgrace in brotherhood , Touches me ...
Pàgina 14
... brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue , 2 That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders . Anne . Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind , That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou ...
... brothers beat aside the point . Glo . I was provoked by her sland'rous tongue , 2 That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders . Anne . Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind , That never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal CATESBY Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady Lart look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 215 - 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 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 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 for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 282 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd 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...
Pàgina 127 - 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 high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
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 ; th(?n if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 283 - 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 every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
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 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
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...