The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Bind 7Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he ...
... wife , Clarence , ' tis she , That tempers him to this extremity . Was it not she , and that good man of worship , Antony Woodeville , her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he ...
Side 6
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do , And I ...
... wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , A bonny eye , a passing pleasing tongue ; And the queen's kindred are made gentlefolks : How say you , sir ? can you deny all this ? Brak . With this , my lord , myself have nought to do , And I ...
Side 8
... that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , poor Anne , To hear the lamentations of 5 With becoming reverence for the dead . Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , 8 : 00 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , poor Anne , To hear the lamentations of 5 With becoming reverence for the dead . Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , 8 : 00 [ ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
Side 9
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! - Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : 0 , cursed be the hand that made these ...
... Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! - Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : 0 , cursed be the hand that made these ...
Side 18
... wife , And loves not me , be you , good lord , assur'd , I hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers ; Or , if she be accus'd on true report , Bear ...
... wife , And loves not me , be you , good lord , assur'd , I hate not you for her proud arrogance . Stan . I do beseech you , either not believe The envious slanders of her false accusers ; Or , if she be accus'd on true report , Bear ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cran Cres Cressid Crom curse death DEIPHOBUS Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk 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 Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor noble Norfolk Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Tower Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto WOLSEY
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Side 299 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Side 30 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Side 203 - 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.
Side 200 - 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.
Side 316 - 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.
Side 256 - 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!
Side 211 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Side 210 - O father abbot, 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...
Side 3 - 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. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Side 255 - 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, What plagues, and what portents?