The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 第 7 巻J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Stanley . Lord Lovel . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Sir William Catesby . Sir James Tyrrel . Sir James Blount Sir Walter Herbert . Sir Robert Brakenbury , lieutenant of the Tower , Christopher Urswick , a priest . Another ...
... Stanley . Lord Lovel . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Sir William Catesby . Sir James Tyrrel . Sir James Blount Sir Walter Herbert . Sir Robert Brakenbury , lieutenant of the Tower , Christopher Urswick , a priest . Another ...
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... STANLEY . Grey . Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley . ! Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your ...
... STANLEY . Grey . Here come the lords of Buckingham and Stanley . ! Buck . Good time of day unto your royal grace Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eliz . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your ...
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... Stanley , Hastings , Buckingham ; And tell them - ' tis the queen and her allies , That stir the king against the duke my brother . Now they believe it ; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey : But then I sigh ...
... Stanley , Hastings , Buckingham ; And tell them - ' tis the queen and her allies , That stir the king against the duke my brother . Now they believe it ; and withal whet me To be reveng'd on Rivers , Vaughan , Grey : But then I sigh ...
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... STANLEY . Stan . A boon my sovereign , for my service done ! K. Edw . I pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of sorrow . Stan . I will not rise , unless your highness hear me . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is it thou re- quest'st ...
... STANLEY . Stan . A boon my sovereign , for my service done ! K. Edw . I pr'ythee , peace ; my soul is full of sorrow . Stan . I will not rise , unless your highness hear me . K. Edw . Then say at once , what is it thou re- quest'st ...
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... your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . 4 Divided . Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HASTINGS , RATCLIFF 52 Act II . KING RICHARD III .
... your comfort lives : Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave , And plant your joys in living Edward's throne . 4 Divided . Enter GLOSTER , BUCKINGHAM , STANLEY , HASTINGS , RATCLIFF 52 Act II . KING RICHARD III .
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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4 ページ - 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...
136 ページ - 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.
231 ページ - 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!
231 ページ - 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.
240 ページ - 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...
345 ページ - 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.
369 ページ - 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.
231 ページ - 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...
33 ページ - 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.
34 ページ - 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...