The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Band 7Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity that the eagle should ...
... thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast . More pity that the eagle should ...
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... 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 . Yes , one place else , if you will hear me rame it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed ...
... 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 . Yes , one place else , if you will hear me rame it . Anne . Some dungeon . Glo . Your bed ...
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... thank my God for my humility . Q. Eliz . A holy - day shall this be kept here- after : - I would to heaven all strifes were well compounded.- My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace ...
... thank my God for my humility . Q. Eliz . A holy - day shall this be kept here- after : - I would to heaven all strifes were well compounded.- My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace ...
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... My lord , the mayor of London comes to greet you . Enter the Lord Mayor , and his Train . May . God bless your grace with health and happy days ! you all . Prince . I thank you , good 52 [ ACT III . KING RICHARD III . ACT THE THIRD. ...
... My lord , the mayor of London comes to greet you . Enter the Lord Mayor , and his Train . May . God bless your grace with health and happy days ! you all . Prince . I thank you , good 52 [ ACT III . KING RICHARD III . ACT THE THIRD. ...
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... thank you , good my lord , — and thank [ Exeunt Mayor , & c . I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere this have met us on the way : Fye ! what a slug is Hastings , that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come ...
... thank you , good my lord , — and thank [ Exeunt Mayor , & c . I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere this have met us on the way : Fye ! what a slug is Hastings , that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cran Cres Cressid Crom curse death DEIPHOBUS Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor noble Norfolk Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Tower Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto WOLSEY
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Seite 299 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Seite 30 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 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.
Seite 200 - 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.
Seite 316 - 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.
Seite 256 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Seite 211 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Seite 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Seite 3 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Seite 255 - Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?