The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 9. kötetG. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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5. oldal
... CHRISTOPHER URSWICK , a Priest . Another Priest . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of Wiltshire . ELIZABETH , Queen of King Edward IV . MARGARET , widow of King Henry VI . 6 Duchess of YORK , mother to King Edward IV Persons Represented .
... CHRISTOPHER URSWICK , a Priest . Another Priest . Lord Mayor of London . Sheriff of Wiltshire . ELIZABETH , Queen of King Edward IV . MARGARET , widow of King Henry VI . 6 Duchess of YORK , mother to King Edward IV Persons Represented .
6. oldal
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. 6 Duchess of YORK , 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 ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. 6 Duchess of YORK , 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 ...
14. 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 ...
32. 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 ...
33. 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 ...
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259. 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.
349. oldal - 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.
403. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
271. oldal - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
38. 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.
348. oldal - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
173. oldal - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
427. oldal - 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.
348. oldal - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
262. oldal - 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 ; 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...