King Henry VI, part 2 ; King Henry VI, part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIRemington and Company, Limited, 1893 |
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... Trisyll .: see down : We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk , ( a ) And girt thee with the sword . - Cousin of York , We here discharge your grace from being regent I ' the parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full ...
... Trisyll .: see down : We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk , ( a ) And girt thee with the sword . - Cousin of York , We here discharge your grace from being regent I ' the parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full ...
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... Trisyll .: see [ Exit . Som . Cousin of Buckingham , though Humphrey's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us , VOL . III . 171 B above , 61 . 23. Lustre of sur- face , specious ap- pearance . 24. Carry off , heave away ; now ...
... Trisyll .: see [ Exit . Som . Cousin of Buckingham , though Humphrey's pride And greatness of his place be grief to us , VOL . III . 171 B above , 61 . 23. Lustre of sur- face , specious ap- pearance . 24. Carry off , heave away ; now ...
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... trisyll .: see above , 160 . 29. Here associate , brother peer . 30. The Irish . Thy deeds , thy * 26 plainness , and thy 27 housekeeping , Have won the greatest favour of the commons , ( b ) Excepting 28 none but good Duke Humphrey ...
... trisyll .: see above , 160 . 29. Here associate , brother peer . 30. The Irish . Thy deeds , thy * 26 plainness , and thy 27 housekeeping , Have won the greatest favour of the commons , ( b ) Excepting 28 none but good Duke Humphrey ...
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... . 60 [ Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger . Follow I must ; I cannot go before , While Gloster bears this base and humble mind . 7. I.q. , where : Abb . , 58 . 8. Trisyll : see Walker , Sh . Vers . SCENE II . ] 21 KING HENRY VI .
... . 60 [ Exeunt GLOSTER and Messenger . Follow I must ; I cannot go before , While Gloster bears this base and humble mind . 7. I.q. , where : Abb . , 58 . 8. Trisyll : see Walker , Sh . Vers . SCENE II . ] 21 KING HENRY VI .
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William Shakespeare. 8. Trisyll : see Walker , Sh . Vers . , p . 182 . Were I a man , a duke , and next of blood , I would remove these tedious stumbling - blocks , And smooth my way upon their headless necks ; And , being a woman , I ...
William Shakespeare. 8. Trisyll : see Walker , Sh . Vers . , p . 182 . Were I a man , a duke , and next of blood , I would remove these tedious stumbling - blocks , And smooth my way upon their headless necks ; And , being a woman , I ...
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Стр. 75 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Стр. 412 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Стр. 412 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Стр. 413 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Стр. 337 - 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 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not.
Стр. 243 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Стр. 318 - 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!
Стр. 414 - 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...
Стр. 414 - 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. 244 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.