The Plays, 7. kötetOtridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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8. oldal
... heart that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any ...
... heart that had the heart to do it ! Cursed the blood , that let this blood from hence ! More direful hap betide that hated wretch , That makes us wretched by the death of thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any ...
10. oldal
... heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glo . By such despair , I should accuse myself . * Example . Anne . And , by despairing , shalt thou stand 10 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Glo . By such despair , I should accuse myself . * Example . Anne . And , by despairing , shalt thou stand 10 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
13. oldal
... heart sues , and promps my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp ...
... heart sues , and promps my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp ...
14. oldal
... heart . Glo . " Tis figur'd in my tongue . Anne . I fear me , both are false . Glo . Then man was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But ...
... heart . Glo . " Tis figur'd in my tongue . Anne . I fear me , both are false . Glo . Then man was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know hereafter . Glo . But ...
15. oldal
... heart ! and much it joys me too , To see you are become so penitent.- Tressel , and Berkley , go along with me . Glo . Bid me farewell . Anne . ' Tis more than you deserve : But , since you teach me how to flatter you , Imagine I have ...
... heart ! and much it joys me too , To see you are become so penitent.- Tressel , and Berkley , go along with me . Glo . Bid me farewell . Anne . ' Tis more than you deserve : But , since you teach me how to flatter you , Imagine I have ...
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189. oldal - 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, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
3. oldal - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
191. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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 he heard of — say, I taught thee...
244. 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!
188. 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.
29. oldal - 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.
191. oldal - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
244. oldal - 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...
191. 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
189. oldal - 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.