The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, المجلد 7 |
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الصفحة 8
... heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the 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 ? Glo ...
... heaven , I think , there is no man secure , But the 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 ? Glo ...
الصفحة 9
... heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? + " And that the queen's , " & c.- 11 MALONE . the queen's abjects , ] The most servile of her subjects , who must of course ...
... heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ? + " And that the queen's , " & c.- 11 MALONE . the queen's abjects , ] The most servile of her subjects , who must of course ...
الصفحة 10
... heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy ...
... heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy ...
الصفحة 13
... heaven , with lightning strike the murderer dead , Or earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity ...
... heaven , with lightning strike the murderer dead , Or earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity ...
الصفحة 15
... heaven that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me , that holp to send him thither ; For he was fitter for that place , than earth . Anne . And thou unfit for any place , but hell . Glo ...
... heaven that hath him . Anne . He is in heaven , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me , that holp to send him thither ; For he was fitter for that place , than earth . Anne . And thou unfit for any place , but hell . Glo ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
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الصفحة 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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 214 - 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 214 - 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 217 - 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 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 215 - I am fallen indeed. CROM. How does your grace ? WOL. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
الصفحة 217 - And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
الصفحة 467 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
الصفحة 140 - 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.
الصفحة 251 - That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd, and fear'd : her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : good grows with her. In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants ; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.