The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Band 7 |
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... Lord Chamberlain . Lord Chancellor . Gardiner , Bishop of Winchester . Bishop of Lincoln . Lord Abergavenny . Lord Sands . Sir Henry Guildford . Sir Thomas Lovell . Sir Anthony Denny . Sir Nicholas Vaux . Secretaries to Wolsey ...
... Lord Chamberlain . Lord Chancellor . Gardiner , Bishop of Winchester . Bishop of Lincoln . Lord Abergavenny . Lord Sands . Sir Henry Guildford . Sir Thomas Lovell . Sir Anthony Denny . Sir Nicholas Vaux . Secretaries to Wolsey ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. SCENE II . The Council - Chamber . Cornets . Enter King HENRY , Cardinal Wo VOLSEY , the Lords of the Council , Sir THOMAS LOVELL , Officers , and Attendants . The King enters lean ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. SCENE II . The Council - Chamber . Cornets . Enter King HENRY , Cardinal Wo VOLSEY , the Lords of the Council , Sir THOMAS LOVELL , Officers , and Attendants . The King enters lean ...
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... sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should have gone off . K. Hen . Ha ! what , so rank ? Ah , ha ! There's mischief in this man : - -Canst thou say further ? Surv . I can , my liege . K. Hen . Surv . Proceed . Being at Greenwich , T After your ...
... sir Thomas Lovell's heads Should have gone off . K. Hen . Ha ! what , so rank ? Ah , ha ! There's mischief in this man : - -Canst thou say further ? Surv . I can , my liege . K. Hen . Surv . Proceed . Being at Greenwich , T After your ...
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... sir Thomas Lovell ? Lov . Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL . ' Faith , my lord , I hear of none , but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court - gate . Cham . What is't for ? Lov . The reformation of our travell'd gallants , That fill ...
... sir Thomas Lovell ? Lov . Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL . ' Faith , my lord , I hear of none , but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court - gate . Cham . What is't for ? Lov . The reformation of our travell'd gallants , That fill ...
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... lord , you are tardy ; Enter Lord Chamberlain , Lord SANDS , and Sir THOMAS LOVELL . The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me . Cham . You are young , sir Harry Guildford . Sands . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the cardinal ...
... lord , you are tardy ; Enter Lord Chamberlain , Lord SANDS , and Sir THOMAS LOVELL . The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me . Cham . You are young , sir Harry Guildford . Sands . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the cardinal ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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Seite 218 - 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.
Seite 222 - 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...
Seite 34 - 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 ! Brak.
Seite 221 - 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!
Seite 337 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Seite 359 - I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye 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.
Seite 34 - As we pac'd along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite 221 - 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.
Seite 339 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Seite 35 - 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.