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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... leaves . Reprinted in 1600 for the same bookseller ; and about 1619 for T. [ homas ] P. [ avier ] , with the First Part of the Contention . See the reverse of the bastard title to the Second Part of Henry VI . The third Part of Henry ...
... leaves . Reprinted in 1600 for the same bookseller ; and about 1619 for T. [ homas ] P. [ avier ] , with the First Part of the Contention . See the reverse of the bastard title to the Second Part of Henry VI . The third Part of Henry ...
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... leave me not , my lords ; be resolute ; I mean to take possession of my right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him best , The proudest he that holds up Lancaster , Dares stir a wing , if Warwick shake his bells . I'll plant ...
... leave me not , my lords ; be resolute ; I mean to take possession of my right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him best , The proudest he that holds up Lancaster , Dares stir a wing , if Warwick shake his bells . I'll plant ...
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... leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him shall not live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne , Wherein my ...
... leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him shall not live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne , Wherein my ...
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... leave thee . Come , son , let's away : Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . 9 K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . ] Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Hen . me ? Q. Mar. Gentle son ...
... leave thee . Come , son , let's away : Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . 9 K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . ] Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Hen . me ? Q. Mar. Gentle son ...
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... leave . Edw . No ; I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons and brother ! at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a ...
... leave . Edw . No ; I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons and brother ! at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a ...
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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