The Plays, Volume 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... weep , That all the standers - by had wet their cheeks , Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time , My manly ... weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy ...
... weep , That all the standers - by had wet their cheeks , Like trees bedash'd with rain : in that sad time , My manly ... weeping . I never su'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy ...
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... weep . 1 Murd . Ay , mill - stones ; as he lesson'd us to weep . Clar . O , do not slander him , for he is kind . 1 Murd . Right , as snow in harvest . - Come , you deceive yourself ; ' Tis he that sends us to destroy you here . Clar ...
... weep . 1 Murd . Ay , mill - stones ; as he lesson'd us to weep . Clar . O , do not slander him , for he is kind . 1 Murd . Right , as snow in harvest . - Come , you deceive yourself ; ' Tis he that sends us to destroy you here . Clar ...
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... weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty ...
... weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy son ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us - orphans , wretches , cast - aways , If that our noble father be alive ? Duch . My pretty ...
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... weep ? To chide my fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragick violence : - Edward ...
... weep ? To chide my fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude impatience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragick violence : - Edward ...
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... weep not for our father's death ; How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Daugh . Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd , Your widow - dolour likewise be unwept ! Q. Eliz . Give me no help in lamentation , I am not barren to ...
... weep not for our father's death ; How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Daugh . Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd , Your widow - dolour likewise be unwept ! Q. Eliz . Give me no help in lamentation , I am not barren to ...
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Achilles Æne 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 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 Hastings 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 pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley Suff sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto weep Wolsey
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Página 189 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Página 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Página 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Página 188 - 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.
Página 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Página 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Página 191 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.