The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volumen8Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... young Rutland , by rough Clifford slain : And , after many scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and on the gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . ] Edw . Sweet ...
... young Rutland , by rough Clifford slain : And , after many scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and on the gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . ] Edw . Sweet ...
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... young before her face . Who ' scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting ? Not he that sets his foot upon her back . The smallest worm will turn , being trodden on ; And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood . Ambitious York did ...
... young before her face . Who ' scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting ? Not he that sets his foot upon her back . The smallest worm will turn , being trodden on ; And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood . Ambitious York did ...
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... young Rutland , was it ] not ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfied . Rich . For God's sake , lords , give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long ...
... young Rutland , was it ] not ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfied . Rich . For God's sake , lords , give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long ...
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... young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours , days , months , and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave ...
... young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean ; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes , hours , days , months , and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave ...
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... hand would buy two hours ' life , That I in all despite might rail at him , This hand should chop it off ; and with the issuing blood Stifle the villain , whose unstanched thirst York and young 52 ACT II . THIRD PART OF.
... hand would buy two hours ' life , That I in all despite might rail at him , This hand should chop it off ; and with the issuing blood Stifle the villain , whose unstanched thirst York and young 52 ACT II . THIRD PART OF.
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Página 264 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. 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.
Página 392 - This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; 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.
Página 141 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Página 65 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 388 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Página 169 - Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Página 168 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Página 395 - 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...
Página 264 - 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!
Página 264 - 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.