The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 8Little, Brown, 1859 - Andronicus, Titus (Legendary character) |
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... dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norfolk . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head . War . And so do I. - Victorious Prince of York , - Before I see thee seated in that throne , Which ...
... dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norfolk . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head . War . And so do I. - Victorious Prince of York , - Before I see thee seated in that throne , Which ...
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... dead . Rich . Your right depends not on his life or death . Edw . Now you are heir , therefore enjoy it now : By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe , It will outrun you , father , in the end . ] 9 York . I took an oath that ...
... dead . Rich . Your right depends not on his life or death . Edw . Now you are heir , therefore enjoy it now : By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe , It will outrun you , father , in the end . ] 9 York . I took an oath that ...
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... dead already ? Or , is it fear That makes him close his eyes ? — -I'll open them . Rut . So looks the pent - up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws : And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey , And so he comes to ...
... dead already ? Or , is it fear That makes him close his eyes ? — -I'll open them . Rut . So looks the pent - up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws : And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey , And so he comes to ...
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... dead . Clif . That is my office , for my father's sake . Q. Mar. Nay , stay ; let's hear the orisons he makes . York . She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth , How ill ...
... dead . Clif . That is my office , for my father's sake . Q. Mar. Nay , stay ; let's hear the orisons he makes . York . She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth , How ill ...
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... of all when I am thence . Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life , To be no better than a homely swain ; To SC . V. 45 KING HENRY VI .
... of all when I am thence . Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life , To be no better than a homely swain ; To SC . V. 45 KING HENRY VI .
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Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's folio crown death Dorset doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Dyce Earl Earl of Surrey Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour House of Lancaster House of York James Blunt Kath King Edward King Henry King's Lady Lancaster leave live Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings LOVELL Madam Margaret misprint Murd never noble octavo passage peace pity play poor pray Prince quartos Queen Ratcliff Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak speech Stan Stanley sweet tell thee thine thou art Tower unto Warwick Wolsey word
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Page 114 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 46 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 65 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 168 - 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.
Page 142 - 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 ; — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Page 395 - 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...
Page 388 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 393 - I am fall'n indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Wol. 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.
Page 392 - 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 393 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes