The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus |
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By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen ' s kindred , and night
- walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not
, what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Glo .
By heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the queen ' s kindred , and night
- walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not
, what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Glo .
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William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers. + And the queen ' s kindred are
made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny . all this ? Brak . With this ,
my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell
thee ...
William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers. + And the queen ' s kindred are
made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny . all this ? Brak . With this ,
my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell
thee ...
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I call ' d thee then , vain flourish of my fortune ; I call ' d thee then , poor shadow ,
painted queen ; The presentation of but what I was , The flattering index of a
direful pageant ' , One heav ' d a high , to be hurl ' d down below : A mother only ...
I call ' d thee then , vain flourish of my fortune ; I call ' d thee then , poor shadow ,
painted queen ; The presentation of but what I was , The flattering index of a
direful pageant ' , One heav ' d a high , to be hurl ' d down below : A mother only ...
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Lord ABERGAVENNY . Lord SANDS . Sir HENRY GUILDFORD . Sir Thomas
LOVELL . Sir Anthony DENNY . Sir NICHOLAS Vaux . Secretaries to Wolsey .
CROMWELL , Servant to Wolsey . GRIFFITH , Gentleman - Usher to Queen
Katharine .
Lord ABERGAVENNY . Lord SANDS . Sir HENRY GUILDFORD . Sir Thomas
LOVELL . Sir Anthony DENNY . Sir NICHOLAS Vaux . Secretaries to Wolsey .
CROMWELL , Servant to Wolsey . GRIFFITH , Gentleman - Usher to Queen
Katharine .
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I have business to my lord , dear queen : - My lord , will you vouchsafe me a word
? Helen . Nay , this shall not hedge us out : we ' ll hear you sing , certainly . Pan .
Well , sweet queen , you are pleasant with me .But ( marry ) thus , my lord , - My ...
I have business to my lord , dear queen : - My lord , will you vouchsafe me a word
? Helen . Nay , this shall not hedge us out : we ' ll hear you sing , certainly . Pan .
Well , sweet queen , you are pleasant with me .But ( marry ) thus , my lord , - My ...
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Seite 215 - 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 214 - 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 214 - 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...
Seite 282 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad...
Seite 127 - 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 217 - 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 ; th(?n if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 283 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Seite 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized 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.
Seite 6 - 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 To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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...
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus Band 6 von The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copies Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., and Edmond Malone, Esq., with Mr. Malone's Various Readings; a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, and a Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autoren | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers |
| Verlag | Longman and Company, 1847 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 5. Febr. 2008 |
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