The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee , fellow , 5 The Queen and Shore . He that doth naught with her , excepting one , 6 Act 1 , KING RICHARD III .
... this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with mistress Shore ? I tell thee , fellow , 5 The Queen and Shore . He that doth naught with her , excepting one , 6 Act 1 , KING RICHARD III .
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... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : -Would'st thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ; and , withal , Forbear your ...
... doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best to do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : -Would'st thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me ; and , withal , Forbear your ...
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... doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one 14 Act I. KING RICHARD III .
... doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one 14 Act I. KING RICHARD III .
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... doth she say , my lord of Buckingham ? 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 ...
... doth she say , my lord of Buckingham ? 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 ...
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... doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , " why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q ...
... doth stand on end to hear her curses . Riv . And so doth mine ; I muse , " why she's at liberty . Glo . I cannot blame her , by God's holy mother ; She hath had too much wrong , and I repent My part thereof , that I have done to her . Q ...
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Стр. 4 - 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. 136 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Стр. 231 - 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. 231 - 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. 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Стр. 345 - 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 : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Стр. 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Стр. 231 - 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...
Стр. 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 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.
Стр. 34 - Who 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...