The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider , Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous ...
... fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider , Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous ...
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... fortune , And hugged me in his arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Blooming Plantagenet , a prince in the spring of life . 2 Youth , one yet new to the world . 3 Walpole rightly suggested , from the ...
... fortune , And hugged me in his arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labor my delivery . 1 Blooming Plantagenet , a prince in the spring of life . 2 Youth , one yet new to the world . 3 Walpole rightly suggested , from the ...
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... fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son ...
... fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : - Edward , my lord , thy son ...
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... fortune , and your due of birth , The lineal glory of your royal house , To the corruption of a blemished stock ; Whilst , in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts , ( Which here we waken to our country's good , ) The noble isle doth ...
... fortune , and your due of birth , The lineal glory of your royal house , To the corruption of a blemished stock ; Whilst , in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts , ( Which here we waken to our country's good , ) The noble isle doth ...
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... fortune of his happy stars , - Which , God defend that I should wring from him ! Buck . My lord , this argues conscience in your grace ; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial , All circumstances well considered . You say , that ...
... fortune of his happy stars , - Which , God defend that I should wring from him ! Buck . My lord , this argues conscience in your grace ; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial , All circumstances well considered . You say , that ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath king lady Lart live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
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الصفحة 33 - 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.
الصفحة 201 - 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.
الصفحة 183 - 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.
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 - 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!
الصفحة 204 - 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 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.
الصفحة 122 - 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.
الصفحة 34 - 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...
الصفحة 135 - 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.