The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Band 7 |
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... account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was anciently employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old writers . Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these KING RICHARD III . 11.
... account of the coldness of the metal of which it is composed , was anciently employed to stop any slight bleeding . The epithet is common to many old writers . Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these KING RICHARD III . 11.
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... hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the ...
... hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the ...
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... hand . Anne . In thy soul's throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ; 1 Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ] Diffus'd infection of a man may mean , thou that art as dangerous as a ...
... hand . Anne . In thy soul's throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous faulchion smoking in his blood ; 1 Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ] Diffus'd infection of a man may mean , thou that art as dangerous as a ...
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... hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . Was never true . ' Tis figur'd in My tongue . Anne ...
... hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . Was never true . ' Tis figur'd in My tongue . Anne ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it . Glo . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it . Glo . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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Seite 218 - 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 222 - 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...
Seite 34 - 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 ! Brak.
Seite 221 - 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!
Seite 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, 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...
Seite 359 - 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 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite 221 - 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 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Seite 35 - 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.