The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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27. oldal
... pray him , That none of you may live your natural age , But by some unlooked accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful , withered hag . Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? Stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If Heaven have ...
... pray him , That none of you may live your natural age , But by some unlooked accident cut off ! Glo . Have done thy charm , thou hateful , withered hag . Q. Mar. And leave out thee ? Stay , dog , for thou shalt hear me . If Heaven have ...
31. oldal
... pray for them that have done scath to us . Glo . So do I ever , being well advised ; - For had I cursed now , I had cursed myself . Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and ...
... pray for them that have done scath to us . Glo . So do I ever , being well advised ; - For had I cursed now , I had cursed myself . Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and ...
32. oldal
... pray you , tell me . Clar . Methought that I had broken from the Tower , And was embarked to cross to Burgundy ; ' 2 1 This appears to have been a proverbial saying . It occurs again in the tragedy of Cæsar and Pompey , 1607 : — " Men's ...
... pray you , tell me . Clar . Methought that I had broken from the Tower , And was embarked to cross to Burgundy ; ' 2 1 This appears to have been a proverbial saying . It occurs again in the tragedy of Cæsar and Pompey , 1607 : — " Men's ...
34. oldal
... prayers cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone ; O , spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children.— I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain ...
... prayers cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone ; O , spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children.— I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain ...
59. oldal
... pray you , uncle , give me this dagger . Glo . My dagger , little cousin ? with all my heart . Prince . A beggar , brother ? York . Of my kind uncle , that I know will give ; And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . Glo . A ...
... pray you , uncle , give me this dagger . Glo . My dagger , little cousin ? with all my heart . Prince . A beggar , brother ? York . Of my kind uncle , that I know will give ; And , being but a toy , which is no grief to give . Glo . A ...
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33. oldal - A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered 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 wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
201. 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.
183. oldal - em, if thou canst : leave working. Song. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
203. oldal - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
122. 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!
204. 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.
32. 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.
122. 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.
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...
135. 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.