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, Том 7 |
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... Neagle St The Ghosts vanish . King Richard starts out of his Dream . K. R. Give me another horse the lights burn blue . Published by C & E Rivington , Londen Feb 251804 . THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , Accurately printed from the.
... Neagle St The Ghosts vanish . King Richard starts out of his Dream . K. R. Give me another horse the lights burn blue . Published by C & E Rivington , Londen Feb 251804 . THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , Accurately printed from the.
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... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ' For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name ...
... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd infection of a man , ' For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name ...
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... give . [ She puts on the Ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may servation , that no ...
... give . [ She puts on the Ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may servation , that no ...
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... but answer for that peevish brat ? Can curses pierce the clouds , and enter heaven ? — 8 hath plagu'd thy bloody deed . ] To plague , in ancient lan- guage , is to punish . Why , then give way , dull clouds , to KING RICHARD III . 27.
... but answer for that peevish brat ? Can curses pierce the clouds , and enter heaven ? — 8 hath plagu'd thy bloody deed . ] To plague , in ancient lan- guage , is to punish . Why , then give way , dull clouds , to KING RICHARD III . 27.
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! Though not by war , by surfeit die your king , ' As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! Though not by war , by surfeit die your king , ' As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.