“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 13Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1808 |
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Page 119
... kisses the child . With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee ! Into whose hand I give thy life . Cran . Amen . K. Hen . My noble gossips , ye have been too prodigal : -I thank ye heartily ; so shall this lady , When she has so ...
... kisses the child . With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee ! Into whose hand I give thy life . Cran . Amen . K. Hen . My noble gossips , ye have been too prodigal : -I thank ye heartily ; so shall this lady , When she has so ...
Page 182
... kiss the mistress . How now , a kiss in fee - farm ! build there , car- penter ; the air is sweet . Nay , you shall fight your hearts out , ere I part you . The faulcon as the tercel , for all the ducks i'the river : go to go to . Tro ...
... kiss the mistress . How now , a kiss in fee - farm ! build there , car- penter ; the air is sweet . Nay , you shall fight your hearts out , ere I part you . The faulcon as the tercel , for all the ducks i'the river : go to go to . Tro ...
Page 185
... kiss : I am asham'd ; O heavens ! what have I done ? For this time will I take my leave , my Lord . Tro . Your leave , sweet Cressid ? Pan . Leave ! an you take leave till to - morrow morning , →→→→→ bisonCres . Pray you , content ...
... kiss : I am asham'd ; O heavens ! what have I done ? For this time will I take my leave , my Lord . Tro . Your leave , sweet Cressid ? Pan . Leave ! an you take leave till to - morrow morning , →→→→→ bisonCres . Pray you , content ...
Page 208
... kisses to them , He fumbles up into a loose Distasted with a single famish And scants us the salt of broken tears . soft svig oT Aene . [ Within . ] " My Lord ! is the lady ' ready ? are Hark ! Tro . e call'd : Soine say , the Ger Cries ...
... kisses to them , He fumbles up into a loose Distasted with a single famish And scants us the salt of broken tears . soft svig oT Aene . [ Within . ] " My Lord ! is the lady ' ready ? are Hark ! Tro . e call'd : Soine say , the Ger Cries ...
Page 210
... kiss ; and let us part . Par . Within . Brother Troilus ! Tro . Good brother , come you hither ; And bring Aeneas , and the Grecian , with you . Cres . My Lord , will you be true ? Tro . Who I ? alas , it is my vice , my fault : While ...
... kiss ; and let us part . Par . Within . Brother Troilus ! Tro . Good brother , come you hither ; And bring Aeneas , and the Grecian , with you . Cres . My Lord , will you be true ? Tro . Who I ? alas , it is my vice , my fault : While ...
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Achilles Aene Aeneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antenor Ben Jonson Bishop blood Buck Buckingham Calchas called Cardinal Cham Cran Cranmer Cres Cressida Crom Deiphobus Diomed doth Duke Enter eringoes Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear fight folio fool Gent give Grace Grecian Greeks hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry Holinshed honour JOHNSON Kath King King's kiss lady Lord Chamberlain MALONE MASON means Menelaus Neoptolemus Nest Nestor never noble Norfolk old copy Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poet pray Priam Prince quarto Queen RITSON SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify Sir Thomas soul speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell tent thee THEOBALD Ther There's Thersites thing thou thought tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true trumpet truth TYRWHITT Ulyss WARBURTON Wolsey word
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Page 145 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 81 - 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 82 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 84 - 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...
Page 145 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows...
Page 81 - 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...
Page 92 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Page 84 - 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...
Page 336 - And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid: for the mouth of the Lord of hosts hath spoken it.
Page 84 - ... 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.