Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Band 7D. Leach, 1767 |
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... thy butcheries : — O , gentlemen , fee , fee ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh ! Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this blood From 10 Richard III .
... thy butcheries : — O , gentlemen , fee , fee ! dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths , and bleed afresh ! Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this blood From 10 Richard III .
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... dead ; Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou doft fwallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! RIC . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , bleffings ...
... dead ; Or , earth , gape open wide , and eat him quick ; As thou doft fwallow up this good king's blood , Which his hell - govern'd arm hath butchered ! RIC . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , bleffings ...
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... dead they are , and , devilish flave , by thee . I did not kill your husband . RIC . ANN . Why , then he is alive . RIC . Nay , he is dead ; and flain by Edward's hand . ANN . In thy foul throat thou ly'ft ; queen Margaret faw Thy murd ...
... dead they are , and , devilish flave , by thee . I did not kill your husband . RIC . ANN . Why , then he is alive . RIC . Nay , he is dead ; and flain by Edward's hand . ANN . In thy foul throat thou ly'ft ; queen Margaret faw Thy murd ...
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... dead ! RIC . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt tears , Sham'd their afpécts with ftore of childish drops : These eyes , which never ...
... dead ! RIC . I would they were , that I might die at once ; For now they kill me with a living death . Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn falt tears , Sham'd their afpécts with ftore of childish drops : These eyes , which never ...
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... dead , what would betide of me ? ' GRE . No other harm , but loss of fuch a lord . Que . The lofs of fúch a lord includes all harms . GRE . The heavens have bleff'd you with a goodly fon , To be your comforter , when he is gone . Que ...
... dead , what would betide of me ? ' GRE . No other harm , but loss of fuch a lord . Que . The lofs of fúch a lord includes all harms . GRE . The heavens have bleff'd you with a goodly fon , To be your comforter , when he is gone . Que ...
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againſt Antium Aufidius bear blood brother Buckingham cardinal Catesby Clarence Cominius confcience Coriolanus curfe death doth duke Dukes of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward elſe enemies Enter Exeunt Exit faid fame fear fenators fent fervice fhall fhame fhew fince firſt flain fleep fome forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftate ftill fuch fword give Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour houſe i'the king king's lady Lartius laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain madam mafter Marcius MENENIUS moft moſt mother muft muſt myſelf noble o'the peace perfon pray prince queen reft Richard Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate tell thee thou tongue unto voices Volcians yourſelf
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Seite 73 - I have ventured, 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.
Seite 76 - 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...
Seite 40 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Seite 4 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 76 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Seite 30 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 3 - 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...
Seite 30 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.