The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... fall of virtuous Lancaster- Poor key - cold ' figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne ...
... fall of virtuous Lancaster- Poor key - cold ' figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne ...
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... fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and most accursed SC . II . ] 15 KING RICHARD III .
... fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and most accursed SC . II . ] 15 KING RICHARD III .
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... breast . [ She lets fall the sword But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . Take up the sword again , or take up me . 1 Pitiful . VOL . V. 3 Anne . Arise , dissembler : though I wish thy SC . II . ] 17 KING RICHARD III .
... breast . [ She lets fall the sword But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . Take up the sword again , or take up me . 1 Pitiful . VOL . V. 3 Anne . Arise , dissembler : though I wish thy SC . II . ] 17 KING RICHARD III .
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... fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me : Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle 3 villain ...
... fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me : Which of you trembles not , that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle 3 villain ...
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... fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo . Good counsel , marry ; -learn it , learn it , marquis . Dors . It touches you , my lord , as much as me . Glo . Ay , and much more . But I was born so high , Our aiery buildeth in the ...
... fall , they dash themselves to pieces . Glo . Good counsel , marry ; -learn it , learn it , marquis . Dors . It touches you , my lord , as much as me . Glo . Ay , and much more . But I was born so high , Our aiery buildeth in the ...
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Page 8 - 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...
Page 201 - 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. 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...
Page 183 - 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.
Page 203 - 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.
Page 122 - 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!
Page 201 - 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.
Page 32 - 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 ! Brak.
Page 122 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. 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.
Page 306 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Page 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...