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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... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ! Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Rich . As much ...
... thee so , That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven , If heaven will take the present at our hands . But who comes here ? the new - deliver'd Hastings ! Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Rich . As much ...
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... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
... thee , Than I can wish to adders , spiders , toads , Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful ...
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... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin . - Anne . What ! do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas ! I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure ...
... thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin . - Anne . What ! do you tremble ? are you all afraid ? Alas ! I blame you not ; for you are mortal , And mortal eyes cannot endure ...
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... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Rich . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by despairing ...
... thee , let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself . Anne . Fouler than heart can think thee , thou canst make No excuse current , but to hang thyself . Rich . By such despair , I should accuse myself . Anne . And , by despairing ...
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... most accursed is the effect of which thou wast the cause ; effect referring not to thou , but to their death . H. Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee 3 SC . II . 33 KING RICHARD III . Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, ...
... most accursed is the effect of which thou wast the cause ; effect referring not to thou , but to their death . H. Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee 3 SC . II . 33 KING RICHARD III . Anne. Dost grant me, hedgehog? then, ...
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
Pasajes populares
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.