The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text: But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, 1825 |
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... tents , even here in Bos- worth field .. My lord of Surrey , why look you so sad ? Sur . My heart is ten times lighter than my looks . K. Rich . My lord of Norfolk , Nor . Here , most ... tent : Here will 112 [ ACT V. KING RICHARD III .
... tents , even here in Bos- worth field .. My lord of Surrey , why look you so sad ? Sur . My heart is ten times lighter than my looks . K. Rich . My lord of Norfolk , Nor . Here , most ... tent : Here will 112 [ ACT V. KING RICHARD III .
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... tent : Here will I lie to- night ; [ Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent . But where , to - morrow ? -Well , all's one for that.- Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K ...
... tent : Here will I lie to- night ; [ Soldiers begin to set up the King's Tent . But where , to - morrow ? -Well , all's one for that.- Who hath descried the number of the traitors ? Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K ...
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... tent , the air is raw and cold . [ They withdraw into the Tent . Enter , to his Tent , King RICHARD , NORFOLK , RATCLIFF , and CATESBY . K. Rich . What is't o'clock ? Cate . It's nine o'clock . K. Rich . It's supper time , my lord : I ...
... tent , the air is raw and cold . [ They withdraw into the Tent . Enter , to his Tent , King RICHARD , NORFOLK , RATCLIFF , and CATESBY . K. Rich . What is't o'clock ? Cate . It's nine o'clock . K. Rich . It's supper time , my lord : I ...
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... Tent . Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY . RICHMOND'S Tent opens , and discovers him , and his Officers , & c . Enter STANLEY . Stan . Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Richm . All comfort that the dark night can afford , Be to thy person ...
... Tent . Exeunt RATCLIFF and CATESBY . RICHMOND'S Tent opens , and discovers him , and his Officers , & c . Enter STANLEY . Stan . Fortune and victory sit on thy helm ! Richm . All comfort that the dark night can afford , Be to thy person ...
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... Tents . Ghost . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To King RICHARD . Think , how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury ; Despair therefore , and die ! Be cheerful , Richmond ; for the wronged souls Weigh . Of ...
... Tents . Ghost . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To King RICHARD . Think , how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth At Tewksbury ; Despair therefore , and die ! Be cheerful , Richmond ; for the wronged souls Weigh . Of ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cran Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor noble Norfolk Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow Tower Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto WOLSEY
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Seite 252 - ... 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.
Seite 252 - 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!
Seite 310 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
Seite 196 - 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.
Seite 291 - I do not strain at the position, It is familiar ; but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance7, expressly proves — That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others ; Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and...
Seite 198 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all, that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Seite 206 - 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!
Seite 117 - 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!
Seite 197 - 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.
Seite 199 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.