The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Volum 5 |
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Pàgina 12
... grace , Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ; Whom all France , with their chief assembled strength , Durst not presume to look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot slain ? then , I will slay myself , For living idly here in pomp and ...
... grace , Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ; Whom all France , with their chief assembled strength , Durst not presume to look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot slain ? then , I will slay myself , For living idly here in pomp and ...
Pàgina 24
... grace . The prince's espials have informed me , How the English , in the suburbs close intrench'd , Wont , through a secret grate ' of iron bars In yonder tower , to overpeer the city ; And thence discover , how , with most advantage ...
... grace . The prince's espials have informed me , How the English , in the suburbs close intrench'd , Wont , through a secret grate ' of iron bars In yonder tower , to overpeer the city ; And thence discover , how , with most advantage ...
Pàgina 34
... in all our bloody massacre , I muse , we met not with the Dauphin's grace , His new - come champion , virtuous Joan of Arc , Nor any of his false confederates . Bed . " Tis thought , lord Talbot , when 34 [ ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
... in all our bloody massacre , I muse , we met not with the Dauphin's grace , His new - come champion , virtuous Joan of Arc , Nor any of his false confederates . Bed . " Tis thought , lord Talbot , when 34 [ ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
Pàgina 42
... grace the yeoman , by conversing with him . We War . Now , by God's will , thou wrong'st him , So- merset : His grandfather was Lionel , duke of Clarence , Third son to the third Edward , king of England . Spring crestless yeomen from ...
... grace the yeoman , by conversing with him . We War . Now , by God's will , thou wrong'st him , So- merset : His grandfather was Lionel , duke of Clarence , Third son to the third Edward , king of England . Spring crestless yeomen from ...
Pàgina 50
... grace protector to the king ? Plan . Plantagenet , I see , must hold his tongue ; Lest it be said , " Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? " Else would I have a fling at Winchester . [ Aside ...
... grace protector to the king ? Plan . Plantagenet , I see , must hold his tongue ; Lest it be said , " Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? " Else would I have a fling at Winchester . [ Aside ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum ALENÇON Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Cardinal Wolsey Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King HENRY king's lady live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Malone Margaret modern editors Murd never noble old copies peace Plantagenet play pray prince quartos read queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stage-direction Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedy unto Warwick Wolsey words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 557 - 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 : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 347 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pàgina 268 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pàgina 549 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. 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 556 - 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 mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pàgina 7 - HUNG be the heavens with black , yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Pàgina 348 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 376 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pàgina 483 - I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. 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 556 - 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, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.