The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... royal disposition , And not provok'd by any suitor else ; Aiming , belike , at your interior hatred , That in your outward action shows itself , Against my children , brothers , and myself , Makes him to send ; that thereby he may ...
... royal disposition , And not provok'd by any suitor else ; Aiming , belike , at your interior hatred , That in your outward action shows itself , Against my children , brothers , and myself , Makes him to send ; that thereby he may ...
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... royal . So , in Claudius Tiberius Nero , 1607 : 5 " Who means to - morrow for to royalize " The triumphs " & c . Steevens . Was not your husband In Margaret's battle & c ] It is said in Henry VI , that he died in quarrel of the house of ...
... royal . So , in Claudius Tiberius Nero , 1607 : 5 " Who means to - morrow for to royalize " The triumphs " & c . Steevens . Was not your husband In Margaret's battle & c ] It is said in Henry VI , that he died in quarrel of the house of ...
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... royal palace , is a circumstance as absurd as the courtship of Glos- ter in a publick street . Steevens . 8 - which you have pill'd from me : ] To pill is to pillage . So , in The Martyr'd Soldier , by Shirley , 1638 : " He has not pill ...
... royal palace , is a circumstance as absurd as the courtship of Glos- ter in a publick street . Steevens . 8 - which you have pill'd from me : ] To pill is to pillage . So , in The Martyr'd Soldier , by Shirley , 1638 : " He has not pill ...
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... royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks mino own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace ...
... royal . 1 Murd . Nor you , as we are , loyal . Clar . Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks mino own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace ...
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... royal presence ? Who knows not , that the gentle duke is dead ? You do him injury , to scorn his corse . [ They all start . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead ! who knows he is ? Q. Eliz . All - seeing heaven , what a world is this ...
... royal presence ? Who knows not , that the gentle duke is dead ? You do him injury , to scorn his corse . [ They all start . K. Edw . Who knows not , he is dead ! who knows he is ? Q. Eliz . All - seeing heaven , what a world is this ...
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Seite 293 - 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' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin.
Seite 12 - 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 312 - Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, 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.
Seite 209 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 11 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Seite 47 - Upon the hatches : thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befall'n us.
Seite 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 177 - 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 298 - 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 297 - 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.