The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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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 ; * Quarto 1597 , bloody . 3thy SOUL's throat- ] The folio- " thy foul throat . " STEEVENS . The quarto 1597 also reads foul . MALONE . 4 That laid their guilt- ] The crime of my brothers . He ...
... thank me , that holp to send him thither ; * Quarto 1597 , bloody . 3thy SOUL's throat- ] The folio- " thy foul throat . " STEEVENS . The quarto 1597 also reads foul . MALONE . 4 That laid their guilt- ] The crime of my brothers . He ...
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... thank me as thy pur- veyor of a laugh . - Every man should court a fresh onset from an adversary , who , in the act of ridiculing others , exposes himself to yet more obvious ridicule . STEEVENS . A bottled spider is a large , bloated ...
... thank me as thy pur- veyor of a laugh . - Every man should court a fresh onset from an adversary , who , in the act of ridiculing others , exposes himself to yet more obvious ridicule . STEEVENS . A bottled spider is a large , bloated ...
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... thank my God for my humility . Q. ELIZ . A holy - day shall this be kept here- after : - I would to God , all strifes were well compounded.- My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace . GLO ...
... thank my God for my humility . Q. ELIZ . A holy - day shall this be kept here- after : - I would to God , all strifes were well compounded.- My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace . GLO ...
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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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Страница 427 - 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 495 - 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...
Страница 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Страница 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Страница 432 - 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...
Страница 305 - 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.
Страница 449 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Страница 428 - 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
Страница 427 - 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.
Страница 54 - 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.