The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volumen14J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . WEST . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIF . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . WEST . Plantagenet , of thee , and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen , and thy friends , I'll have more lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIF . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
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... soul ; 5 And till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his Hand . RUT . O , let me pray before I take my death : - To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! CLIF . Such pity ...
... soul ; 5 And till I root out their accursed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his Hand . RUT . O , let me pray before I take my death : - To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! CLIF . Such pity ...
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... and Cressida : " Where are my tears ? rain , rain , to lay this wind ? " Again , in King John : " This shower , blown up by tempest of the soul- , ” MALONE . And every drop cries vengeance for his death , 3 SC . IV . 43 KING HENRY VI .
... and Cressida : " Where are my tears ? rain , rain , to lay this wind ? " Again , in King John : " This shower , blown up by tempest of the soul- , ” MALONE . And every drop cries vengeance for his death , 3 SC . IV . 43 KING HENRY VI .
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... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! NORTH . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , ' I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . 5 8 of Hyrcania . ] So the folio . The quartos read ...
... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! NORTH . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , ' I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . 5 8 of Hyrcania . ] So the folio . The quartos read ...
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... soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee . [ Dies . Q. MAR . Off with his head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York.1 [ Exeunt . 9 And here's to right our gentle - hearted king . ] So the folio ...
... soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee . [ Dies . Q. MAR . Off with his head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York.1 [ Exeunt . 9 And here's to right our gentle - hearted king . ] So the folio ...
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ANNE battle blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford copy crown daughter dead death doth DUCH Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond editors ELIZ England Enter Exeunt eyes father fear folio France friends gentle grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York John JOHNSON King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III lady Lancaster live lord Hastings MALONE Margaret means Montague mother MURD noble old play old quarto passage piece prince printed quarto quartos read queen Rape of Lucrece Ratcliff RICH Richard Duke Richmond RITSON Saint Saint Albans says scene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt slain Somerset soul speak speech Stanley STEEVENS sweet tell thee THEOBALD thine thou Tower Tragedie of Richarde true Tragedie unto WARBURTON Warwick weep word
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Página 325 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 324 - 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?
Página 322 - 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 507 - 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. 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.
Página 324 - Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Página 200 - The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With .trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : ,And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
Página 217 - Yes trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide, supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you: and being an absolute Johannes fac totum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shake-scene in a countrie.
Página 206 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Página 507 - 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. 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.
Página 272 - 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...