The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 7 |
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... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , —instead of mounting barbed steeds , 3 To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , — 3 1this sun of York ; ] Alluding to the cognizance of Ed- ward IV . which was a sun , in memory of the ...
... hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now , —instead of mounting barbed steeds , 3 To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , — 3 1this sun of York ; ] Alluding to the cognizance of Ed- ward IV . which was a sun , in memory of the ...
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... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike ...
... hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower . Glo . Upon what cause ? Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike ...
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... hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree so ever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ? an please your worship , Brakenbury , You may partake of any thing we say : We speak no treason ...
... hath straitly given in charge , That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree so ever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ? an please your worship , Brakenbury , You may partake of any thing we say : We speak no treason ...
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... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
... hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners must : But I shall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall ...
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... hath butchered ! 8 ample . 9 pattern of thy butcheries ; ] Pattern is instance , or ex- see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh ! ] It is a tradition very generally received , that the murdered body ...
... hath butchered ! 8 ample . 9 pattern of thy butcheries ; ] Pattern is instance , or ex- see ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh ! ] It is a tradition very generally received , that the murdered body ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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Page 218 - 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 222 - 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...
Page 34 - 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 221 - 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!
Page 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, 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...
Page 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
Page 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 221 - 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 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Page 35 - 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.