The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: King Richard III; King Henry VIII; Troilus and CressidaJ. Munroe, 1854 |
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... Henry VI . , is strictly continuous with it ; while the history and the characterization show it to have been written with the scenes of those dramas fresh in the author's mind . In Clarence's ac- count of his dream , and in Tyrrel's ...
... Henry VI . , is strictly continuous with it ; while the history and the characterization show it to have been written with the scenes of those dramas fresh in the author's mind . In Clarence's ac- count of his dream , and in Tyrrel's ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. indeed , and incapable of fear , but who looks long and well before he strikes , and never does the latter , till he is sure of working his will thereby . And the organic law ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. indeed , and incapable of fear , but who looks long and well before he strikes , and never does the latter , till he is sure of working his will thereby . And the organic law ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. into it ; and the moment any one goes to act otherwise than as a limb of his person or organ of his will , there is a virtual declara- tion of war between them , and the ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. into it ; and the moment any one goes to act otherwise than as a limb of his person or organ of his will , there is a virtual declara- tion of war between them , and the ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up , About a prophecy , which says - that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. As I am subtle , false , and treacherous , This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up , About a prophecy , which says - that G Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. 9 These , as I learn , and such like toys as these , Have mov'd his highness to commit me now . Rich . Why , this it is , when men are rul'd by women ! ' Tis not the king ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer. 9 These , as I learn , and such like toys as these , Have mov'd his highness to commit me now . Rich . Why , this it is , when men are rul'd by women ! ' Tis not the king ...
Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl earl of Richmond Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio fool friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
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Página 301 - 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
Página 22 - 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...
Página 175 - 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 451 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Página 55 - 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 scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Página 175 - 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 direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Página 277 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 300 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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.
Página 22 - 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...
Página 198 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.