The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volume 15J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 16
Page 59
... GENT . Whither away so fast ? O , -God save you ! ' 2 GENT . Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 GENT . I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back ...
... GENT . Whither away so fast ? O , -God save you ! ' 2 GENT . Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . 1 GENT . I'll save you That labour , sir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back ...
Page 60
... GENT . That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 GENT . That was he , The same . All these accus'd him strongly ; which he fain Would have flung from him , but , indeed , he could not : And so his peers , upon this evidence , Have found him ...
... GENT . That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 GENT . That was he , The same . All these accus'd him strongly ; which he fain Would have flung from him , but , indeed , he could not : And so his peers , upon this evidence , Have found him ...
Page 61
... GENT . I do not think , he fears death . 1 GENT . Sure , he does not , He never was so womanish ; the cause He may a little grieve at . 2 GENT . The cardinal is the end of this . 1 GENT . Certainly , ' Tis likely , By all conjectures ...
... GENT . I do not think , he fears death . 1 GENT . Sure , he does not , He never was so womanish ; the cause He may a little grieve at . 2 GENT . The cardinal is the end of this . 1 GENT . Certainly , ' Tis likely , By all conjectures ...
Page 62
... GENT . Let's stand close , and behold him . BUCK . All good people , You that thus far have come to pity me , Hear what I say , and then go home and lose me . I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment , And by that name must die ...
... GENT . Let's stand close , and behold him . BUCK . All good people , You that thus far have come to pity me , Hear what I say , and then go home and lose me . I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment , And by that name must die ...
Page 67
... GENT . O , this is full of pity ! -Sir , it calls , I fear , too many curses on their heads , That were the authors . 2 GENT . If the duke be guiltless , ' Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall ...
... GENT . O , this is full of pity ! -Sir , it calls , I fear , too many curses on their heads , That were the authors . 2 GENT . If the duke be guiltless , ' Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Achilles Æneas AGAM Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra archbishop Ben Jonson blood Buckingham Calchas called cardinal CHAM command Cranmer CRES Cressida Diomed Diomedes doth Duke editions editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool GENT give grace Grecian Greeks hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HECT Hector Helen Holinshed honour i'the JOHNSON Julius Cæsar KATH King Henry King Richard king's kiss lady lord Lord Chamberlain Lydgate MALONE MASON means Menelaus Neoptolemus Nestor never night noble o'the old copy Pandarus Paris passage PATR Patroclus play poet Pope pray Priam prince quarto queen RITSON SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas soul speak speech STEEVENS suppose sweet sword tell thee THEOBALD THER Thersites thing thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true truth ULYSS unto WARBURTON Wolsey word
Popular passages
Page 272 - Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 368 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done :• Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Page 215 - So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd : Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, And, like a mountain...
Page 138 - 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 open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 370 - 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...
Page 79 - Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 162 - Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little: And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Page 156 - 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...
Page 369 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host 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.
Page 143 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.