King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt thou bear from us ...
... give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt thou bear from us ...
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... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ' infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . ----- Glo . Fairer than tongue can ...
... give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ' infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . ----- Glo . Fairer than tongue can ...
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... give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at ...
... give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger , Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favour at ...
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... give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! Though not by war , by surfeit die your king 19 , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son , that was prince of Wales ...
... give way , dull clouds , to my quick curses ! Though not by war , by surfeit die your king 19 , As ours by murder , to make him a king ! Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward , my son , that was prince of Wales ...
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... Margaret had ranted against them ; and he could not give that weight to her curses , without supposing a right in her to utter them . WAL- POLE . Glo . Yet you have all the vantage of her 36 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... Margaret had ranted against them ; and he could not give that weight to her curses , without supposing a right in her to utter them . WAL- POLE . Glo . Yet you have all the vantage of her 36 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hastings hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
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Page 153 - 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 high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 257 - 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 40 - 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.
Page 338 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Page 303 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 260 - 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.
Page 152 - 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 398 - 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...
Page 7 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 8 - 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...