The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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... hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! * Quarto 1597 ...
... hand that made these wounds * ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that made these holes ! Cursed the heart , that had the heart to do it ! * Quarto 1597 ...
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William Shakespeare. GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and slain by Edward's hand . 3 ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous * faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast ...
William Shakespeare. GLO . Nay , he is dead ; and slain by Edward's hand . 3 ANNE . In thy foul throat thou liest ; queen Margaret saw Thy murderous * faulchion smoking in his blood ; The which thou once didst bend against her breast ...
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... hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . ANNE . I would , I knew thy heart . GLO . ' Tis figur'd in my tongue . ANNE . I fear me ...
... hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . ANNE . I would , I knew thy heart . GLO . ' Tis figur'd in my tongue . ANNE . I fear me ...
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... hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . ANNE . What is it ? GLO . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause9 to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 1 : * Quarto 1597 ...
... hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . ANNE . What is it ? GLO . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause9 to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 1 : * Quarto 1597 ...
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... hand , and routs the imperial army . The captive Empress then appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair , naturally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity , as well as the apprehension for that of her ...
... hand , and routs the imperial army . The captive Empress then appears upon the stage in all the agonies of despair , naturally resulting from the loss of her husband and of her dignity , as well as the apprehension for that of her ...
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Страница 10 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, 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...
Страница 425 - 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 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 448 - 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 430 - 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 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim 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 425 - 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 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 441 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Страница 426 - 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