The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 6 |
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... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , is our king . Clar ...
... dear blood shed for our grievous sins , That you depart , and lay no hands on me ; The deed you undertake is damnable . 1 Murd . What we will do , we do upon command . 2 Murd . And he , that hath commanded , is our king . Clar ...
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... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : + He sends you not to murder me for this ; For in that sint he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know ...
... dear degree ? Clar . Alas ! for whose sake did I that ill deed ? For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : + He sends you not to murder me for this ; For in that sint he is as deep as I. If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know ...
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... dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of ...
... dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of ...
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... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , t " but not in blood , " - MALONE . 3 The forfeit , ] He means ...
... Dear brother , live , and be a king ? Who told me , when we both lay in the field , Frozen almost to death , how he did lap me Even in his garments ; and did give himself , t " but not in blood , " - MALONE . 3 The forfeit , ] He means ...
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... dear Redeemer , You straight are on your knees for pardon , pardon ; And I , unjustly too , must grant it you : But for my brother , not a man would speak , Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself - - For him , poor soul . The proudest ...
... dear Redeemer , You straight are on your knees for pardon , pardon ; And I , unjustly too , must grant it you : But for my brother , not a man would speak , Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself - - For him , poor soul . The proudest ...
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Page 127 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page 214 - 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.
Page 217 - 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.
Page 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 214 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 209 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd 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 217 - 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 be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Page 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; 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, 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...
Page 127 - For hateful deeds committed by myself! 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. 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 highest 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.
Page 140 - 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.