1847. Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds , To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , -that am not shaped ...
... hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed3 steeds , To fright the souls of fearful adversaries , - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber , To the lascivious pleasing of a lute . But I , -that am not shaped ...
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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 , his ...
... 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 , his ...
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... hath your lordship brooked 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 brooked 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 ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know ...
... hath butchered ! Glo . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , blessings for curses . Anne . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know ...
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... hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never sued to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks ...
... hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never sued to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks ...
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Page 122 - 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 201 - 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 honors 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 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...
Page 203 - 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 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...
Page 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 135 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Page 306 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path...
Page 203 - 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 ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...