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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... night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; / And D 2 Scene IV . 35 KING RICHARD III . Who cry'd aloud,-What scourge for perjury ...
... night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; / And D 2 Scene IV . 35 KING RICHARD III . Who cry'd aloud,-What scourge for perjury ...
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... night ; I thank my God for my humility . Q. Eliz . A holy - day shall this be kept here - after : - I would to God , all strifes were well compounded.— My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your ...
... night ; I thank my God for my humility . Q. Eliz . A holy - day shall this be kept here - after : - I would to God , all strifes were well compounded.— My sovereign lord , I do beseech your highness To take our brother Clarence to your ...
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... night ? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd , and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my mind . But when your carters , or your waiting - vassals , Have done a drunken slaughter , and defac'd The ...
... night ? All this from my remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluck'd , and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my mind . But when your carters , or your waiting - vassals , Have done a drunken slaughter , and defac'd The ...
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... night ? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : All may be well ; but , if God sort it so , " Tis more than we deserve , or I expect . 2 Cit . Truly , the hearts of men are full of fear : You cannot reason9 almost with a man That ...
... night ? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : All may be well ; but , if God sort it so , " Tis more than we deserve , or I expect . 2 Cit . Truly , the hearts of men are full of fear : You cannot reason9 almost with a man That ...
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... night , I heard , they lay at Stony- Stratford ; And at Northampton they do rest to - night : To - morrow , or next day , they will be here . Duch . I long with all my heart to see the prince ; I hope , he is much grown since last I saw ...
... night , I heard , they lay at Stony- Stratford ; And at Northampton they do rest to - night : To - morrow , or next day , they will be here . Duch . I long with all my heart to see the prince ; I hope , he is much grown since last I saw ...
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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...