The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, المجلد 11 |
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الصفحة 18
... honour may be shrouded in a hearse , — Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- 2 He is . ] Sir Thomas Hanmer very properly completes this broken verse , by reading- He is , my lord . 3 Steevens ...
... honour may be shrouded in a hearse , — Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.- 2 He is . ] Sir Thomas Hanmer very properly completes this broken verse , by reading- He is , my lord . 3 Steevens ...
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... honour . Whilst she is tearing her hair , and rending the skies with her complaints , the conqueror enters , approaches her with respect , addresses her in a gentle tone , soothes her sorrows with his compassion , talks of love and ...
... honour . Whilst she is tearing her hair , and rending the skies with her complaints , the conqueror enters , approaches her with respect , addresses her in a gentle tone , soothes her sorrows with his compassion , talks of love and ...
الصفحة 34
... honours on your high desert . What may she not ? She may , -ay , marry , may she , - Riv . What , marry , may she ... honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ! threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and ...
... honours on your high desert . What may she not ? She may , -ay , marry , may she , - Riv . What , marry , may she ... honour , state , and seat , is due to me . Glo . What ! threat you me with telling of the king ? Tell him , and ...
الصفحة 41
... honour ! 2 thou detested Thou rag Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names . Q. Mar. Why , so I did ; but ...
... honour ! 2 thou detested Thou rag Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had'st call'd me all these bitter names . Q. Mar. Why , so I did ; but ...
الصفحة 42
... honour is scarce current : 5 O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ; And , if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo ...
... honour is scarce current : 5 O , that your young nobility could judge , What ' twere to lose it , and be miserable ! They that stand high , have many blasts to shake them ; And , if they fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo ...
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ancient Anne Antony and Cleopatra archbishop Ben Jonson bishop blood brother Buck Buckingham called cardinal Cates Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience crown curse daughter death devil doth Duch duke Earl Earl of Richmond editors Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio friends Gent gentleman give Gloster grace Hanmer hath heart heaven Holinshed holy honour Johnson Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovel madam Malone Mason means mother Murd never noble Norfolk old copy passage person play Polydore Virgil pray prince quarto queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff Rich Richmond Ritson royal scene Shakspeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer soul speak Stan Stanley Steevens tell thee Theobald thou Tower unto Vice Warburton Wolsey word York
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الصفحة 297 - 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : 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.
الصفحة 12 - 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...
الصفحة 316 - Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little; And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
الصفحة 47 - 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 301 - 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...
الصفحة 182 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
الصفحة 302 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
الصفحة 354 - 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. God shall be truly known ; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
الصفحة 358 - To make a child, now swaddled, to proceed Man, and then shoot up in one beard and weed Past threescore years...
الصفحة 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.