The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volum 7H. Durell, 1818 |
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Pàgina 14
... give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity , that the ...
... give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity , that the ...
Pàgina 17
... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ' For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name ...
... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ' For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name ...
Pàgina 21
... give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at ...
... give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at ...
Pàgina 33
... give evidence against my soul , - By seeming to gaze upon it ; or , as we now say , ogle it . JOHNSON . Lee has transplanted this image into his Mithridates , Act IV . se . i . " I slept ; but oh , a dream so full of terror , The pale ...
... give evidence against my soul , - By seeming to gaze upon it ; or , as we now say , ogle it . JOHNSON . Lee has transplanted this image into his Mithridates , Act IV . se . i . " I slept ; but oh , a dream so full of terror , The pale ...
Pàgina 34
... give your grace good rest ! — [ CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair . Sorrow breaks seasons , and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour ...
... give your grace good rest ! — [ CLARENCE reposes himself on a chair . Sorrow breaks seasons , and reposing hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 169 - 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 169 - 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 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pàgina 177 - 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 11 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged 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 154 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pàgina 32 - That, as I am a christian faithful man, ' • I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pàgina 171 - 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...
Pàgina 32 - 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 102 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.