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 7
... Hear him : See you yon wood ? there Richard lay With his whole army . Look the other way , And , lo ! where Richmond in a bed of gorse Encamp'd himself all night , and all his force : Upon this hill they met .'- Why , he could tell The ...
... Hear him : See you yon wood ? there Richard lay With his whole army . Look the other way , And , lo ! where Richmond in a bed of gorse Encamp'd himself all night , and all his force : Upon this hill they met .'- Why , he could tell The ...
Pàgina 28
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo ! in these windows , that let forth thy life , To lament obsequiously is to make the lamentation ...
... hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo ! in these windows , that let forth thy life , To lament obsequiously is to make the lamentation ...
Pàgina 33
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Rich . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Rich . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . - Rich . I know so . – But , gentle lady Anne ...
... hear me name it . Anne . Some dungeon . Rich . Your bed - chamber . Anne . Il rest betide the chamber where thou liest ! Rich . So will it , madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . - Rich . I know so . – But , gentle lady Anne ...
Pàgina 35
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death , And twenty times made pause to sob and weep , That all ...
... hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him ; Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death , And twenty times made pause to sob and weep , That all ...
Pàgina 46
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd " from me ! Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects , Yet that , by you depos'd , you ...
... Hear me , you wrangling pirates , that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd " from me ! Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects , Yet that , by you depos'd , you ...
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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.