The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volym 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Exit HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my ...
... Exit HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my ...
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... Exit . SCENE II . The same . Another Street . Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth , borne in an open coffin , Gentlemen bearing halberds , to guard it ; and Lady ANNE as mourner . - Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load ...
... Exit . SCENE II . The same . Another Street . Enter the corpse of King HENRY the Sixth , borne in an open coffin , Gentlemen bearing halberds , to guard it ; and Lady ANNE as mourner . - Anne . Set down , set down your honourable load ...
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... Exit . Enter Queen ELIZABETH , Lord RIVERS , and Lord GREY . Riv . Have patience , madam ; there's no doubt , his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse : Therefore , for ...
... Exit . Enter Queen ELIZABETH , Lord RIVERS , and Lord GREY . Riv . Have patience , madam ; there's no doubt , his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse : Therefore , for ...
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... Exit BRAKENBURY , 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Murd . When he wakes ! why , fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why ...
... Exit BRAKENBURY , 2 Murd . What , shall we stab him as he sleeps ? 1 Murd . No ; he'll say , ' twas done cowardly , when he wakes . 2 Murd . When he wakes ! why , fool , he shall never wake until the great judgment day . 1 Murd . Why ...
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... Exit , with the body . 2 Murd . A bloody deed , and desperately de- spatch'd ! How fain , like Pilate , would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done ! 2 Shut up , Re - enter first Murderer . 1 Murd . How 42 Act I. KING ...
... Exit , with the body . 2 Murd . A bloody deed , and desperately de- spatch'd ! How fain , like Pilate , would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done ! 2 Shut up , Re - enter first Murderer . 1 Murd . How 42 Act I. KING ...
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Sida 4 - 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...
Sida 136 - 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.
Sida 231 - 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!
Sida 231 - 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.
Sida 240 - 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...
Sida 345 - 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.
Sida 369 - 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.
Sida 231 - 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...
Sida 33 - 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.
Sida 34 - 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...