The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, المجلد 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... , a Priest . Another Priest . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of Wiltshire . ELIZABETH , Queen of King Edward IV . MARGARET , widow of King Henry VI . 6 Duchess of YORK , mother to King Edward IV Persons Represented .
... , a Priest . Another Priest . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of Wiltshire . ELIZABETH , Queen of King Edward IV . MARGARET , widow of King Henry VI . 6 Duchess of YORK , mother to King Edward IV Persons Represented .
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... my soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , 8 KING RICHARD III .
... my soul ! here Clarence comes . Enter CLARENCE , guarded , and BRAKENBURY . Brother , good day : What means this armed guard , That waits upon your grace ? Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , 8 KING RICHARD III .
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Clar . His majesty , Tendering my person's safety , hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Cla . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack ...
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... person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . He is . Glo . Go you before , and I will follow you . Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse ...
... person ; ' Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . He is . Glo . Go you before , and I will follow you . Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse ...
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... person all this while : Upon my life , she finds , although I cannot , Myself to be a marvellous proper man . I'll be at charges for a looking glass ; And entertain a score or two of tailors , To study fashions to adorn my body : Since ...
... person all this while : Upon my life , she finds , although I cannot , Myself to be a marvellous proper man . I'll be at charges for a looking glass ; And entertain a score or two of tailors , To study fashions to adorn my body : Since ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cres Cressida Crom curse death Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Neoptolemus Nest Nestor noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakspeare sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan STEEVENS sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey York
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الصفحة 259 - 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.
الصفحة 349 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
الصفحة 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
الصفحة 271 - 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...
الصفحة 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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.
الصفحة 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
الصفحة 173 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
الصفحة 427 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
الصفحة 348 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
الصفحة 262 - 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...