The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, 7. kötet |
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4. oldal
... Mother to King Edward IV . Cla- rence , and Gloster . Lady Anne , Widow of Edward Prince of Wales , Son to King Henry VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants ; two ...
... Mother to King Edward IV . Cla- rence , and Gloster . Lady Anne , Widow of Edward Prince of Wales , Son to King Henry VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of Gloster . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants ; two ...
12. oldal
... mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness ! " If ever he have wife , let her be made More miserable by the death of him , Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ! — Come , now , toward Chertsey with your holy load ...
... mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness ! " If ever he have wife , let her be made More miserable by the death of him , Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ! — Come , now , toward Chertsey with your holy load ...
28. oldal
... mother , wife , nor England's queen ! — Rivers , —and Dorset , —you were standers by , — And so wast thou , lord Hastings , —when my son Was stabb'd with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , That none of you may live your natural age ...
... mother , wife , nor England's queen ! — Rivers , —and Dorset , —you were standers by , — And so wast thou , lord Hastings , —when my son Was stabb'd with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , That none of you may live your natural age ...
29. oldal
... mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins ! Thou rag of honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had ...
... mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins ! Thou rag of honour ! thou detested- Glo . Margaret . Q. Mar. Glo . Q. Mar. Richard ! Ha ? I call thee not . Glo . I cry thee mercy then ; for I did think , That thou had ...
31. oldal
... Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent KING RICHARD III . 31.
... Exit . Hast . My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent KING RICHARD III . 31.
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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218. oldal - 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.
222. oldal - 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...
34. oldal - 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 ! Brak.
221. oldal - 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!
337. oldal - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
359. oldal - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
34. oldal - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
221. oldal - 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.
339. oldal - 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...
35. oldal - 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.