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 20
... LORD GREY , his Brother , JOHN DE VERE , Earl of Oxford . WILLIAM LORD HASTINGS . THOMAS LORD STANLEY FRANCIS LORD LOVEL . SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN . SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF . SIR WILLIAM CATESBY . SIR JAMES TYRREL . SIR WILLIAM BRANDON . SIR ...
... LORD GREY , his Brother , JOHN DE VERE , Earl of Oxford . WILLIAM LORD HASTINGS . THOMAS LORD STANLEY FRANCIS LORD LOVEL . SIR THOMAS VAUGHAN . SIR RICHARD RATCLIFF . SIR WILLIAM CATESBY . SIR JAMES TYRREL . SIR WILLIAM BRANDON . SIR ...
Pàgina 24
... Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Rich . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what ; I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear her ...
... Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Rich . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what ; I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear her ...
Pàgina 25
... lord , myself have nought to do . Rich . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Rich . Her husband , knave ...
... lord , myself have nought to do . Rich . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Rich . Her husband , knave ...
Pàgina 26
... lord ! Rich . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give ...
... lord ! Rich . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give ...
Pàgina 29
... lord , and thee ! - Come , now toward Chertsey with your holy load , Taken from Paul's to be interred there ; And still , as you are weary of the weight , Rest you , whiles I lament King Henry's corse . [ The Bearers take up the Corpse ...
... lord , and thee ! - Come , now toward Chertsey with your holy load , Taken from Paul's to be interred there ; And still , as you are weary of the weight , Rest you , whiles I lament King Henry's corse . [ The Bearers take up the Corpse ...
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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.