“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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... crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up ; I would to God , my heart were flint , like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame ...
... crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up ; I would to God , my heart were flint , like Edward's , Or Edward's soft and pitiful , like mine ; I am too childish - foolish for this world . Q. Mar. Hie thee to hell for shame ...
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... crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the Duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ; His curses , then from bitterness of soul ...
... crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the Duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ; His curses , then from bitterness of soul ...
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... crown'd ; in him your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edwards grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . C Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HAS- TINGS , RATCLIFF , and Others . Glo . Sister , have ...
... crown'd ; in him your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edwards grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . C Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HAS- TINGS , RATCLIFF , and Others . Glo . Sister , have ...
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... crown'd our King . Riv . Why with some little train , my Lord of Buckingham ? ! * i Buck Marry , my Lord , lest , by a multitude , The new - heal'd wound of malice should break out ; Which would be so much the more dangerous , By how ...
... crown'd our King . Riv . Why with some little train , my Lord of Buckingham ? ! * i Buck Marry , my Lord , lest , by a multitude , The new - heal'd wound of malice should break out ; Which would be so much the more dangerous , By how ...
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... crown'd in Paris but at nine months old . 3. Cit . Stood the state so ? no , no , good friends , God wot ; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel ; then the King Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace . 1 ...
... crown'd in Paris but at nine months old . 3. Cit . Stood the state so ? no , no , good friends , God wot ; For then this land was famously enrich'd With politick grave counsel ; then the King Had virtuous uncles to protect his Grace . 1 ...
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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.