The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 11C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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... Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glo . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for ...
... Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glo . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for ...
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... Gent . Towards Chertsey , noble lord ? Glo . No , to White - Fryars ; there attend my coming . [ Exeunt the rest , with the corse . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her , but I will not ...
... Gent . Towards Chertsey , noble lord ? Glo . No , to White - Fryars ; there attend my coming . [ Exeunt the rest , with the corse . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her , but I will not ...
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... gent , and the furnace exceeding hot , the flame of fire slew those men that took up Shadrach , Meshac , and Abednego . " Steevens . 9 If with the sap of reason you would quench , Buck . Sir , I am thankful to you ; 208 KING HENRY VIII .
... gent , and the furnace exceeding hot , the flame of fire slew those men that took up Shadrach , Meshac , and Abednego . " Steevens . 9 If with the sap of reason you would quench , Buck . Sir , I am thankful to you ; 208 KING HENRY VIII .
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... Gent . Whither away so fast ? 2 Gent . O , -God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gent . I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back the ...
... Gent . Whither away so fast ? 2 Gent . O , -God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 Gent . I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back the ...
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... Gent . That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 Gent . That was he , The same . All these accus'd him strongly ; which he fain Would have flung from him , but , indeed , he could not : And so his peers , upon this evidence , Have found him ...
... Gent . That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 Gent . That was he , The same . All these accus'd him strongly ; which he fain Would have flung from him , but , indeed , he could not : And so his peers , upon this evidence , Have found him ...
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Seite 283 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Seite 197 - 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.
Seite 283 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 283 - 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...
Seite 183 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Seite 183 - 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 283 - 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 14 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover.
Seite 283 - 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 Kath.
Seite 283 - 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.