The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... REES , CADELL AND DAVIES , T. HURST , J. HARDING , R. H. EVANS , S. BAGSTER , J. MAWMAN , BLACKS AND PARRY , R. BENT , J. BADCOCK , J. ASPERNE , AND T. OSTELL . LENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK KING RICHARD III . VOL . 1803 .
... REES , CADELL AND DAVIES , T. HURST , J. HARDING , R. H. EVANS , S. BAGSTER , J. MAWMAN , BLACKS AND PARRY , R. BENT , J. BADCOCK , J. ASPERNE , AND T. OSTELL . LENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK KING RICHARD III . VOL . 1803 .
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Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. LENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK KING RICHARD III . VOL . VII . B '
Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. LENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK KING RICHARD III . VOL . VII . B '
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... York , George , duke of Clarence , Sons to the king . Richard , duke of Gloster , after - Brothers to the king . wards king Richard III . A young son of Clarence . Henry , earl of Richmond , afterwards K. Henry VII . Cardinal Bouchier ...
... York , George , duke of Clarence , Sons to the king . Richard , duke of Gloster , after - Brothers to the king . wards king Richard III . A young son of Clarence . Henry , earl of Richmond , afterwards K. Henry VII . Cardinal Bouchier ...
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... York ; And all the clouds , that lowr'd upon our house , In the deep bosom of the ocean buried . I Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings ...
... York ; And all the clouds , that lowr'd upon our house , In the deep bosom of the ocean buried . I Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings ...
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... York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause ...
... York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made pause ...
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Seite 4 - 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...
Seite 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 231 - 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 231 - 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 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Seite 345 - 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 his heat.
Seite 369 - Fie, fie 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 231 - 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...
Seite 33 - 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.
Seite 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...