The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - ' Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt ...
... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - ' Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt ...
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... live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath ...
... live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath ...
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... lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness 3 ! If ever he have wife , let ...
... lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness 3 ! If ever he have wife , let ...
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... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that ... lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo ...
... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that ... lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo ...
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... made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . 13 Shakspeare countenances the observation that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne SC . II . 21 KING RICHARD III .
... made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . 13 Shakspeare countenances the observation that no woman can ever be offended with the mention of her beauty . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne SC . II . 21 KING RICHARD III .
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
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Page 257 - 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.
Page 153 - 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 ! I shall despair.
Page 336 - 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 : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Page 257 - 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 honors 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.
Page 40 - 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.
Page 396 - 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...
Page 251 - 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.
Page 259 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Page 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 152 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.