The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen11C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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... Buck . We wait upon your grace . SCENE II . The same . 5 [ Exeunt . Enter the Duchess of York , with a Son and Daughter of Clarence . Sun. Good grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? ' Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ...
... Buck . We wait upon your grace . SCENE II . The same . 5 [ Exeunt . Enter the Duchess of York , with a Son and Daughter of Clarence . Sun. Good grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? ' Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ...
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... Buck . You cloudy princes , and heart - sorrowing peers , That bear this mutual heavy load of moan , Now cheer each ... Buck- ingham ? Buck . Marry , my lord , lest , by a multitude , The new - heal'd wound of malice should break out ...
... Buck . You cloudy princes , and heart - sorrowing peers , That bear this mutual heavy load of moan , Now cheer each ... Buck- ingham ? Buck . Marry , my lord , lest , by a multitude , The new - heal'd wound of malice should break out ...
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... Buck . My lord , whoever journeys to the prince , For God's sake , let not us two stay at home : For , by the way , I'll sort occasion , As index to the story we late talk'd of , To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince . Glo ...
... Buck . My lord , whoever journeys to the prince , For God's sake , let not us two stay at home : For , by the way , I'll sort occasion , As index to the story we late talk'd of , To part the queen's proud kindred from the prince . Glo ...
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... Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber.7 Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious ...
... Buck . Welcome , sweet prince , to London , to your chamber.7 Glo . Welcome , dear cousin , my thoughts ' sovereign : The weary way hath made you melancholy . Prince . No , uncle ; but our crosses on the way Have made it tedious ...
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... Buck . And , in good time , here comes the sweating lord . Prince . Welcome , my lord : What , will our mother come ? Hast . On what occasion , God he knows , not I , The queen your mother , and your brother York , Have taken sanctuary ...
... Buck . And , in good time , here comes the sweating lord . Prince . Welcome , my lord : What , will our mother come ? Hast . On what occasion , God he knows , not I , The queen your mother , and your brother York , Have taken sanctuary ...
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Página 283 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Página 197 - 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.
Página 283 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his 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 283 - 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...
Página 183 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Página 183 - 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 283 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord! The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Página 14 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover.
Página 283 - So excellent in art and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God Kath.
Página 283 - 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.