The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, 6. kötet |
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8. oldal
... noble queen Well struck in years ; fair , and not jealous : We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; - 9 The jealous o'er - worn widow , and herself , ] That is , the queen ...
... noble queen Well struck in years ; fair , and not jealous : We say , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; - 9 The jealous o'er - worn widow , and herself , ] That is , the queen ...
9. oldal
... noble duke . Clar . We know thy charge , Brakenbury , and will obey .. Glo . We are the queen's abjects ' , and must obey . Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in , - - Were it , to call king ...
... noble duke . Clar . We know thy charge , Brakenbury , and will obey .. Glo . We are the queen's abjects ' , and must obey . Brother , farewell : I will unto the king ; And whatsoe'er you will employ me in , - - Were it , to call king ...
18. oldal
... noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient duty see you : For divers unknown reasons , I beseech you , Grant me this boon . Anne . With all my heart ; and much it joys me too , To see you are ...
... noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient duty see you : For divers unknown reasons , I beseech you , Grant me this boon . Anne . With all my heart ; and much it joys me too , To see you are ...
19. oldal
... noble lord ? [ Exeunt the rest , with the Corse . Glo . No , to White - Friars ; there attend my coming . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her , but I will not keep her long . - - What ...
... noble lord ? [ Exeunt the rest , with the Corse . Glo . No , to White - Friars ; there attend my coming . Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her , but I will not keep her long . - - What ...
26. oldal
... noble father laid on thee , When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ...
... noble father laid on thee , When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal CATESBY Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
Népszerű szakaszok
127. oldal - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
214. 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.
217. 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.
330. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized 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.
214. oldal - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
209. oldal - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. 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.
217. 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 be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
6. oldal - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; 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, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
127. oldal - For hateful deeds committed by myself! 1 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. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
140. 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.