“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Том 12Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1808 |
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... Stan . God make your Majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The Countess Richmond , Lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say good my amén . Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves not me , be you ...
... Stan . God make your Majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The Countess Richmond , Lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say good my amén . Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves not me , be you ...
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... Stan . A boon , my Sovereign , for my service done ! K. Edw . I pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of # sorrow , Stan . I will not rise , unless your Highness ནྟི hear me . K. Edw . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is KING RICHARD III .
... Stan . A boon , my Sovereign , for my service done ! K. Edw . I pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of # sorrow , Stan . I will not rise , unless your Highness ནྟི hear me . K. Edw . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is KING RICHARD III .
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... Stan . The forfeit , Sovereign , of my servant's life ; Who slew to - day a riotous gentleman , Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk . K. Edw . Have I a tongue to doom my bro ther's death , * And shall that tongue give pardon to a ...
... Stan . The forfeit , Sovereign , of my servant's life ; Who slew to - day a riotous gentleman , Lately attendant on the Duke of Norfolk . K. Edw . Have I a tongue to doom my bro ther's death , * And shall that tongue give pardon to a ...
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... Stan . My Lord , good morrow ; and good mor- tabrakan row , Catesby You may jest on , but by the holy rood , I do not like these several councils , I. Hast . My Lord , I hold my life as dear as yours ; And never in my life , I do ...
... Stan . My Lord , good morrow ; and good mor- tabrakan row , Catesby You may jest on , but by the holy rood , I do not like these several councils , I. Hast . My Lord , I hold my life as dear as yours ; And never in my life , I do ...
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... Stan . The lords at Pomfret , when they rode 7ered from London , Were jocund , and suppes their states were sure , And they , indeed , had no cause to mistrust ; But yet , you see , how soon the day o'er - cast . This sudden stab of ...
... Stan . The lords at Pomfret , when they rode 7ered from London , Were jocund , and suppes their states were sure , And they , indeed , had no cause to mistrust ; But yet , you see , how soon the day o'er - cast . This sudden stab of ...
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Alluding ancient Anne battle Baynard's castle blood boar Brak brother Buck Buckingham called Cate Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse daughter dead death devil Dorset doth dream Duch Duke of Gloster Earl of Richmond Eliz Elizabeth England Enter GLOSTER Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio friends gentle Ghost give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hath heart heaven Holinshed holy honour house of Lancaster husband Iniquity JOHNSON King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III Lady live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Lovel Madam MALONE Margaret married Mayor means mother Murd murder never night noble play Polydore Vergil Prince quarto Queen Ratcliff Rich Richm RITSON royal saint scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sleep soul speak Stan STEEVENS tell thee thou to-morrow Tower uncle unto Vice WARBURTON weep wife William Brandon word York
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Страница 6 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to...
Страница 139 - What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No— yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why— Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself! 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!
Страница 139 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Страница 36 - ... 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...
Страница 263 - ... foot. The country people flock from all sides many miles off, to hear and see it. For they have therein devils and devices, to delight as well the eye as the ear.
Страница 139 - 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. 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!
Страница 263 - ... the players conne not their parts without booke, but are prompted by one called the ordinary, who followeth at their back with the book in his hand, and telleth them softly what they must pronounce aloud.
Страница 268 - Lack'st thou cards, friend, or dice? I will teach thee [to] cheat, child, to cog, lie and swagger, And ever and anon to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by...
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.
Страница 6 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.