The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: King Richard III; King Henry VIII; Troilus and CressidaJ. Munroe, 1854 |
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... Ajax , 1596 , thus : " The best part of our Chronicles , in all men's opinion , is that of Richard the Third , written , as I have heard , by Morton , but as most suppose , by Sir Thomas More . " Since Shakespeare's time , much has been ...
... Ajax , 1596 , thus : " The best part of our Chronicles , in all men's opinion , is that of Richard the Third , written , as I have heard , by Morton , but as most suppose , by Sir Thomas More . " Since Shakespeare's time , much has been ...
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... Ajax , and Thersites , so manifestly occupy the fore - ground , that the subservience and vassalage of strength and animal courage to intellect and policy seems to be the lesson most often in our Poet's view , and which he has taken ...
... Ajax , and Thersites , so manifestly occupy the fore - ground , that the subservience and vassalage of strength and animal courage to intellect and policy seems to be the lesson most often in our Poet's view , and which he has taken ...
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... Ajax thought he deserved to have a statue of gold erected to him ; and handsome Achilles , at the head of the Myrmidons , gave no little credit to his friend Thersites . ' " We will close up the subject with some remarks by William ...
... Ajax thought he deserved to have a statue of gold erected to him ; and handsome Achilles , at the head of the Myrmidons , gave no little credit to his friend Thersites . ' " We will close up the subject with some remarks by William ...
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... Ajax , and his Nestor are , each of them , rather a species than an individual , and can boast more of the propriety of abstraction , than of the vivacity of the moving scene of abso- lute life . The Achilles , the Ajax , and the ...
... Ajax , and his Nestor are , each of them , rather a species than an individual , and can boast more of the propriety of abstraction , than of the vivacity of the moving scene of abso- lute life . The Achilles , the Ajax , and the ...
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... AJAX , ULYSSES , NESTOR , Grecian Commanders . DIOMEDES , PATROCLUS , THERSITES , a deformed and scurrilous Grecian . ALEXANDER , Servant to Cressida . Servants to Troilus , to Paris , and to Diomedes . HELEN , Wife to Menelaus ...
... AJAX , ULYSSES , NESTOR , Grecian Commanders . DIOMEDES , PATROCLUS , THERSITES , a deformed and scurrilous Grecian . ALEXANDER , Servant to Cressida . Servants to Troilus , to Paris , and to Diomedes . HELEN , Wife to Menelaus ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Anne Anne Boleyn arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl earl of Richmond Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio fool friends Gent give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks hand Hast hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VI Holinshed honour Kath King Richard king's lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd never night noble old copies Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Poet Poet's pray Priam prince quartos queen quoth Rich Richmond SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas soul speak speech Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thing thou thought Tower Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy truth Ulys Ulysses unto wife Wolsey word
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Page 301 - 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 for ever 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 22 - 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 175 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Page 451 - I do not strain at the position, — It is familiar, — but at the author's drift : Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting, ) Till he communicate his parts to others...
Page 55 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Page 175 - 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 direst degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
Page 277 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 300 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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 22 - 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...
Page 198 - Well, well, Master Kingston," quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.