The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; CoriolanusC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anne anſwer Aufidius becauſe beſeech beſt blood Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal Cateſby cauſe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius confcience Coriolanus curſe death deſerve doth duke Edward elſe enemies Enter Exeunt Exit faid falſe fame fear firſt fome forrow foul friends fuch give grace Haſtings hath hear heart heaven honour houſe JOHNSON king lady Lart laſt leſs lord Lord Chamberlain loſe madam Marcius maſter Menenius moſt mother muſt myſelf noble paſſage peace perſon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince purpoſe Queen reaſon reſt Rich Richard Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſenſe ſervice ſet Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould Sir Thomas Lovell ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſpoke ſtand Stanl ſtate ſtay STEEVENS ſtill ſtrange ſubject ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee theſe thoſe thou tongue uſed Volſcians WARBURTON whoſe wife word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 5 - 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.
Página 244 - 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.
Página 244 - 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.
Página 4 - 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...
Página 246 - 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...
Página 205 - sa stranger now again. Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.