The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: King Richard III; King Henry VIII; Troilus and CressidaJ. Munroe, 1854 |
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8. oldal
... Queen Elizabeth , which have an excess of dialogical epigram , showing indeed a prodigious fertility of resource , but betraying withal a sort of mental incontinence ; and where we quite miss that watchful judgment which , in the Poet's ...
... Queen Elizabeth , which have an excess of dialogical epigram , showing indeed a prodigious fertility of resource , but betraying withal a sort of mental incontinence ; and where we quite miss that watchful judgment which , in the Poet's ...
9. oldal
... Queen Elizabeth , the whole winding up with an elaborate panegyric on the latter . As to the composition of this unique performance , it is written partly in prose and partly in heavy blank - verse , duly interspersed with ten ...
... Queen Elizabeth , the whole winding up with an elaborate panegyric on the latter . As to the composition of this unique performance , it is written partly in prose and partly in heavy blank - verse , duly interspersed with ten ...
19. oldal
... Queen Margaret , whose individuality shoulders itself in face to face with Richard's , her passionate impulse wrestling evenly with his deliberate purpose , and her ferocious temper being provoked into larger and hotter eruptions by all ...
... Queen Margaret , whose individuality shoulders itself in face to face with Richard's , her passionate impulse wrestling evenly with his deliberate purpose , and her ferocious temper being provoked into larger and hotter eruptions by all ...
20. oldal
... Queen of Edward IV . MARGARET , Widow of Henry VI . CECILY , Duchess of York , Mother of Edward IV . LADY ANNE , Widow of Edward , late Prince of Wales . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen , a ...
... Queen of Edward IV . MARGARET , Widow of Henry VI . CECILY , Duchess of York , Mother of Edward IV . LADY ANNE , Widow of Edward , late Prince of Wales . A young Daughter of Clarence . Lords , and other Attendants ; two Gentlemen , a ...
24. oldal
... queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Rich . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord ...
... queen's kindred , and night - walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and mistress Shore . Heard you not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery ? Rich . Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl earl of Richmond Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio fool friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
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301. oldal - 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
22. oldal - 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 — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
175. oldal - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? 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.
451. oldal - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
55. oldal - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
175. 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 direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
277. oldal - 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.
300. oldal - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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.
22. 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...
198. oldal - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.