The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 7. kötetJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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16. oldal
... looks scornfully at him . speak . 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 the this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou ...
... looks scornfully at him . speak . 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 the this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou ...
17. oldal
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
18. oldal
... looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I some three months since , Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A sweeter and a lovlier gentleman ...
... looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I some three months since , Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A sweeter and a lovlier gentleman ...
24. oldal
... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains9 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband ...
... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains9 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband ...
25. oldal
... looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake like rebels ? — 2 Reward , 3 Confined . 5 Pillaged . 4 Corrupt devil . Ah , gentle villain , do not turn away ! Scene III . 25 ...
... looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you depos'd , you quake like rebels ? — 2 Reward , 3 Confined . 5 Pillaged . 4 Corrupt devil . Ah , gentle villain , do not turn away ! Scene III . 25 ...
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4. oldal - 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...
136. 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
231. 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!
231. oldal - 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.
240. oldal - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
345. oldal - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
369. 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.
231. 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...
33. 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.
34. oldal - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...