The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Том 7 |
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... the form of law , Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death ; But that the éxtreme peril of the case , The peace of England , and our persons ' safety , Enforc'd us to this execution ? May . Now , fair befall you ! he deserv'd his ...
... the form of law , Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death ; But that the éxtreme peril of the case , The peace of England , and our persons ' safety , Enforc'd us to this execution ? May . Now , fair befall you ! he deserv'd his ...
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... the brats of Clarence out of sight ; And to give notice , that no manner of person Have , any time , recourse unto the princes . [ Exit . SCENE VI . A Street . Enter a Scrivener . Scriv . Here is the indictment of the good lord Hast ...
... the brats of Clarence out of sight ; And to give notice , that no manner of person Have , any time , recourse unto the princes . [ Exit . SCENE VI . A Street . Enter a Scrivener . Scriv . Here is the indictment of the good lord Hast ...
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... The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them ; But where , to say the truth , I do not know . K. Rich . Come to me , Tyrrel , soon , at after supper , When thou shalt tell the process of their death . Mean time , but think how I may do ...
... The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them ; But where , to say the truth , I do not know . K. Rich . Come to me , Tyrrel , soon , at after supper , When thou shalt tell the process of their death . Mean time , but think how I may do ...
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... The presentation of but what I was , The flattering index of a direful pageant , 7 One heav'd a high , to be hurl'd down below : A mother only mock'd with two fair babes ; A dream of what thou wast ; a garish flag , To be the aim of ...
... The presentation of but what I was , The flattering index of a direful pageant , 7 One heav'd a high , to be hurl'd down below : A mother only mock'd with two fair babes ; A dream of what thou wast ; a garish flag , To be the aim of ...
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... the number of the traitors ? ― Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K. Rich . Why , our battalia trebles that account : Besides , the king's name is a tower of strength , Which they upon the adverse faction want . Up with the ...
... the number of the traitors ? ― Nor . Six or seven thousand is their utmost power . K. Rich . Why , our battalia trebles that account : Besides , the king's name is a tower of strength , Which they upon the adverse faction want . Up with the ...
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Страница 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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 214 - 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 214 - 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. 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 217 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Страница 217 - 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 ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Страница 215 - I am fallen indeed. CROM. How does your grace ? WOL. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Страница 217 - And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,— Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Страница 467 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Страница 140 - 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 251 - That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her ; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd, and fear'd : 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.