The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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17. oldal
... leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ' infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let ...
... leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ' infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let ...
18. oldal
... leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and ...
... leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and ...
22. oldal
... leave these sad designs 14 To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 14 : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant ...
... leave these sad designs 14 To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 14 : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant ...
30. oldal
... leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We follow'd then our lord , our lawful king ; So should we you , if you should be our ...
... leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We follow'd then our lord , our lawful king ; So should we you , if you should be our ...
33. oldal
... leave out thee ? stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee ...
... leave out thee ? stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If heaven have any grievous plague in store , Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee , O , let them keep it , till thy sins be ripe , And then hurl down their indignation On thee ...
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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.