The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, المجلد 7 |
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الصفحة 9
... tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : -Would'st thou be- tray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ...
... tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : -Would'st thou be- tray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ...
الصفحة 14
... tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry.— Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposed evils , to give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of ...
... tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry.— Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposed evils , to give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of ...
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 32
... 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 reveng'd on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey : But then I sigh , and , with a piece of scripture , " He ...
... 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 reveng'd on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey : But then I sigh , and , with a piece of scripture , " He ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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الصفحة 218 - 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 222 - 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...
الصفحة 34 - 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 221 - 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!
الصفحة 337 - 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...
الصفحة 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
الصفحة 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
الصفحة 221 - 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 339 - 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...
الصفحة 35 - 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.