The Personal Shakespeare, Volum 12Doubleday, Page, 1904 |
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Pàgina 6
... Post . ' Please your Highnesse , I will from hence to day . Qu . You know the perill : Ile fetch a turne about the Garden , pittying 90 The pangs of barr'd Affections , though the King 98 Hath charg'd you should not speake together ...
... Post . ' Please your Highnesse , I will from hence to day . Qu . You know the perill : Ile fetch a turne about the Garden , pittying 90 The pangs of barr'd Affections , though the King 98 Hath charg'd you should not speake together ...
Pàgina 7
... Post . Should we be taking leave As long a terme as yet we have to live , The loathnesse to depart , would grow : Adieu . Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe , Such parting were too petty . [ Exit ...
... Post . Should we be taking leave As long a terme as yet we have to live , The loathnesse to depart , would grow : Adieu . Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe , Such parting were too petty . [ Exit ...
Pàgina 8
... Post . Alacke , the King . Cym . Thou basest thing , avoyd hence , from my sight : If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthinesse , thou dyest . Away , Thou'rt poyson to my blood . 150 Post . The Gods protect you ...
... Post . Alacke , the King . Cym . Thou basest thing , avoyd hence , from my sight : If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthinesse , thou dyest . Away , Thou'rt poyson to my blood . 150 Post . The Gods protect you ...
Pàgina 15
... Post . Since when , I have bin debtor to you for courte- sies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . 39 French . Sir , you o're - rate my poore kindnesse , I was glad I did attone1 my Countryman and you : it had beene pitty ...
... Post . Since when , I have bin debtor to you for courte- sies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still . 39 French . Sir , you o're - rate my poore kindnesse , I was glad I did attone1 my Countryman and you : it had beene pitty ...
Pàgina 16
... Post . I prais'd her , as I rated her : so do I my Stone . Iach . What do you esteeme it at ? Post . More then the world enjoyes . 80 Iach . Either your unparagon'd Mistirs is dead , or she's out - priz'd by a trifle . Post . You are ...
... Post . I prais'd her , as I rated her : so do I my Stone . Iach . What do you esteeme it at ? Post . More then the world enjoyes . 80 Iach . Either your unparagon'd Mistirs is dead , or she's out - priz'd by a trifle . Post . You are ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 72 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 66 - 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 31 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Pàgina 62 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Pàgina 109 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pàgina 45 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Pàgina 61 - The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war. To the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth, By my so potent art.
Pàgina 74 - 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...
Pàgina 71 - 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.
Pàgina 74 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced 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...