The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaEstes and Lauriat, 1883 |
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Pàgina 25
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Rich . Her husband , knave ! tray me ? I tell Would'st thou be- Brak . I do beseech your grace to pardon me ; and , withal ...
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Rich . Her husband , knave ! tray me ? I tell Would'st thou be- Brak . I do beseech your grace to pardon me ; and , withal ...
Pàgina 34
... doth not breathe upon the earth . Rich . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Rich . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Rich . The self - same name , but one of better nature . Anne . Where is he ...
... doth not breathe upon the earth . Rich . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Rich . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Rich . The self - same name , but one of better nature . Anne . Where is he ...
Pàgina 51
... doth she say , my lord of Bucking ham ? Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Mar. What ! dost thou ... doth stand on end , to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine . I muse , why she's at liberty . 21 Thus in the folio ...
... doth she say , my lord of Bucking ham ? Buck . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Mar. What ! dost thou ... doth stand on end , to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine . I muse , why she's at liberty . 21 Thus in the folio ...
Pàgina 52
... doth call for you , And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . Eliz . Catesby , I come : -Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . 23 [ Exeunt all but RICHARD . Rich . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl ...
... doth call for you , And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . Eliz . Catesby , I come : -Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . We wait upon your grace . 23 [ Exeunt all but RICHARD . Rich . I do the wrong , and first begin to brawl ...
Pàgina 61
... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest " have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most ...
... doth accuse me ? What lawful quest " have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge ? or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poor Clarence ' death ? Before I be convict by course of law , To threaten me with death is most ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath Katharine King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 175 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Pàgina 393 - When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. 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...
Pàgina 453 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pàgina 22 - Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Pàgina 312 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Pàgina 300 - 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 303 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Pàgina 301 - 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 301 - 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 55 - Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.