The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., المجلد 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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الصفحة 9
... tell you what , I think it is our way , If we will keep in favor with the king , To be her men , and wear her livery . The jealous , o'er - worn widow , and herself , 1 Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips ...
... tell you what , I think it is our way , If we will keep in favor with the king , To be her men , and wear her livery . The jealous , o'er - worn widow , and herself , 1 Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips ...
الصفحة 16
... tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered by the sun , So I by that ; it ...
... tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered by the sun , So I by that ; it ...
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... telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not ; 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 pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I ...
... telling of the king ? Tell him , and spare not ; 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 pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I ...
الصفحة 31
... tell them - ' tis the queen and her allies , That stir the king against the duke my brother . Now they believe it ; and withal whet me To be revenged on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey . But then I sigh , and with a piece of Scripture , Tell ...
... tell them - ' tis the queen and her allies , That stir the king against the duke my brother . Now they believe it ; and withal whet me To be revenged on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey . But then I sigh , and with a piece of Scripture , Tell ...
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... tell it . Clar . O , Brakenbury , I have done these things- That now give evidence against my soul- For Edward's sake ; and , see , how he requites me ! O God ! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my ...
... tell it . Clar . O , Brakenbury , I have done these things- That now give evidence against my soul- For Edward's sake ; and , see , how he requites me ! O God ! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my ...
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الصفحة 8 - 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...
الصفحة 201 - 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. 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...
الصفحة 183 - 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.
الصفحة 203 - 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.
الصفحة 122 - 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!
الصفحة 201 - 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.
الصفحة 32 - 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 ! Brak.
الصفحة 122 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. 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.
الصفحة 306 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
الصفحة 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...