The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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6. oldal
... ANNE , Widow of Edward , Prince of Wales , Son to King Henry VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of Glos- ter . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants , two Gentlemen , a Pursuivant , Scrivener , Citizens ...
... ANNE , Widow of Edward , Prince of Wales , Son to King Henry VI .; afterwards married to the Duke of Glos- ter . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants , two Gentlemen , a Pursuivant , Scrivener , Citizens ...
13. oldal
... To the glorious bloom of gentry . ' 17 Lady Anne , the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales . See King Henry VI . Part III . VOL . VII . C The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is SC . I. 13 KING RICHARD III .
... To the glorious bloom of gentry . ' 17 Lady Anne , the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales . See King Henry VI . Part III . VOL . VII . C The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is SC . I. 13 KING RICHARD III .
14. oldal
... ANNE as mourner . 2 Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously1 lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ...
... ANNE as mourner . 2 Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load , - If honour may be shrouded in a hearse , - Whilst I a while obsequiously1 lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster- Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ...
15. oldal
... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys 4 . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the ...
... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , set down the corse ; or , by Saint Paul , I'll make a corse of him that disobeys 4 . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the ...
16. oldal
... Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body , His soul ...
... Anne . What , do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas , I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body , His soul ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
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257. 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 for ever hide me.
153. oldal - 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 high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
336. 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.
257. 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 honors 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.
40. 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.
396. 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...
251. oldal - 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.
259. oldal - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
261. oldal - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
152. oldal - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I 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.