The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Том 19R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. ELIZ . The countess Richmond3 , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say ― amen . Yet , Stanley ...
... BUCK . Good time of day unto your royal grace ! STAN . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. ELIZ . The countess Richmond3 , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say ― amen . Yet , Stanley ...
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... BUCK . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. ELIZ . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Ay , madam * : he desires to make atone- ment 4 Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them ...
... BUCK . Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheerfully . Q. ELIZ . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Ay , madam * : he desires to make atone- ment 4 Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them ...
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... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it " Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it " Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all , before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curse prevail so much ...
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... BUCK . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. MAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And ...
... BUCK . Peace , peace , for shame , if not for charity . Q. MAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me ; Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , — And ...
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William Shakespeare. BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy ...
William Shakespeare. BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel ? And sooth the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy ...
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ancient ANNE archbishop blood brother BUCK cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence crown daughter dead death devil doth DUCH Duke of Buckingham Earl Earl of Richmond Earle Richmond editors ELIZ Elizabeth enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit fair farewell father fear folio friends GENT gentleman Gloster grace hand Hanmer hath haue hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse JOHNSON KATH King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's lady leaue Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovel madam MALONE MASON means mother MURD night noble old copy passage play Polydore Virgil pray Prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece RICH Richmond royal scene Shakspeare Shore Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Hanmer sonne soul speak speech STAN Stanley STEEVENS tell thee THEOBALD thou Tower unto WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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Стр. 10 - 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...
Стр. 495 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
Стр. 450 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Стр. 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Стр. 433 - 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 ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Стр. 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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...
Стр. 9 - 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.
Стр. 427 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Стр. 305 - 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.
Стр. 397 - 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.