The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 9G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 55
... once plead for his life.- O God ! I fear , thy justice will take hold On me , and you , and mine , and yours , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet . O , Poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , Hast . Riv . Dor . and Grey ...
... once plead for his life.- O God ! I fear , thy justice will take hold On me , and you , and mine , and yours , for this.- Come , Hastings , help me to my closet . O , Poor Clarence ! [ Exeunt King , Queen , Hast . Riv . Dor . and Grey ...
Page 70
... once.- Come on , lord Hastings , will you go with me ? Hast . I go , my lord . Prince . Good lords , make all the speedy haste you may . [ Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings . Say , uncle Gloster , if our brother come , Where shall we sojourn ...
... once.- Come on , lord Hastings , will you go with me ? Hast . I go , my lord . Prince . Good lords , make all the speedy haste you may . [ Exeunt Cardinal and Hastings . Say , uncle Gloster , if our brother come , Where shall we sojourn ...
Page 89
... once fell in with mistress Shore . Buck . Yet had we not determin'd he should die , Until your lordship came to see his end ; Which now the loving haste of these our friends , Somewhat against our meaning , hath prevented : Because , my ...
... once fell in with mistress Shore . Buck . Yet had we not determin'd he should die , Until your lordship came to see his end ; Which now the loving haste of these our friends , Somewhat against our meaning , hath prevented : Because , my ...
Page 96
... once more return and tell his grace . [ Exit Catesby . When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads , ' tis hard to draw them thence ; So sweet is zealous contemplation . Enter GLOSTER , in a gallery , above , between two ...
... once more return and tell his grace . [ Exit Catesby . When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads , ' tis hard to draw them thence ; So sweet is zealous contemplation . Enter GLOSTER , in a gallery , above , between two ...
Page 112
... once , I should not live long after I saw Richmond . Buck . My lord , - K. Rich . Buck . Ay , what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me . K. Rich . Well , but what is't o'clock ? Buck . Of ten . K ...
... once , I should not live long after I saw Richmond . Buck . My lord , - K. Rich . Buck . Ay , what's o'clock ? I am thus bold To put your grace in mind of what you promis'd me . K. Rich . Well , but what is't o'clock ? Buck . Of ten . K ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cres Cressida Crom curse death Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Neoptolemus Nest Nestor noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE Shakspeare sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan STEEVENS sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey York
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Page 259 - 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 349 - 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.
Page 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd 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 271 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 38 - 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.
Page 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 173 - 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 427 - 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.
Page 348 - 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!
Page 262 - 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...