The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Том 7H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... poor chambers . [ See the ftage - direction in this play , a little before Drum and trumpet , chambers dif.barged . ] The the king's entrance . continuator of Stowe's Chronicle , relating the fame accident , p . 1003 , fays exprefsly ...
... poor chambers . [ See the ftage - direction in this play , a little before Drum and trumpet , chambers dif.barged . ] The the king's entrance . continuator of Stowe's Chronicle , relating the fame accident , p . 1003 , fays exprefsly ...
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... poor iffue ? Nor . Grievingly I think , The peace between the French and us not values The coft that did conclude it . Buck . Every man , After the hideous ftorm that follow'd , was 7 5 Have broke their backs with laying manors on them ...
... poor iffue ? Nor . Grievingly I think , The peace between the French and us not values The coft that did conclude it . Buck . Every man , After the hideous ftorm that follow'd , was 7 5 Have broke their backs with laying manors on them ...
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... poor Buckingham ; Whofe 6 Fobn de la Court , ] The name of this monk of the Chartreux was John de la Car , alias de la Court . See Holinfhed , p . 863. STEEVENS . 7 One Gilbert Peck , bis chancellor , ] Old Copy - counfeller . Corrected ...
... poor Buckingham ; Whofe 6 Fobn de la Court , ] The name of this monk of the Chartreux was John de la Car , alias de la Court . See Holinfhed , p . 863. STEEVENS . 7 One Gilbert Peck , bis chancellor , ] Old Copy - counfeller . Corrected ...
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... poor Buckingham ; Whofe figure even this inftant cloud puts on , By dark ning my clear fun . ] Thefe lines have paffed all the editors . Does the reader understand them ? By me they are inexpli- cable , and must be left , I fear , to ...
... poor Buckingham ; Whofe figure even this inftant cloud puts on , By dark ning my clear fun . ] Thefe lines have paffed all the editors . Does the reader understand them ? By me they are inexpli- cable , and must be left , I fear , to ...
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... poor Buckingham : and even the figure or outline of this fhadow begins now to fade away , being extinguished by this impending cloud , which darkens ( or interpofes between me and ) my clear fun ; that is , the favour of my fovereign ...
... poor Buckingham : and even the figure or outline of this fhadow begins now to fade away , being extinguished by this impending cloud , which darkens ( or interpofes between me and ) my clear fun ; that is , the favour of my fovereign ...
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Страница 374 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Страница 372 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Страница 371 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Страница 91 - 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 317 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Страница 377 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Страница 367 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
Страница 375 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look! in this place ran Cassius...
Страница 316 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Страница 561 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.