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Page 19
Glo. Here : [She spits at him.} Why dost tlmu spit at me ? Anne. 'Would it were
mortal poison, for thy sake ! Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne
. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes
...
Glo. Here : [She spits at him.} Why dost tlmu spit at me ? Anne. 'Would it were
mortal poison, for thy sake ! Glo. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Anne
. Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes
...
Page 39
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 scatter'd in the
...
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 scatter'd in the
...
Page 106
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words, And prov'd the subject of mine own
soul's curse : Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest 5 For never yet one
...
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words, And prov'd the subject of mine own
soul's curse : Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest 5 For never yet one
...
Page 264
Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when 1 am forgotten,
as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must
be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of ...
Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when 1 am forgotten,
as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must
be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of ...
Page 343
But, there was such laughing;— Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. And Cassandra laugh'd. Cres. But there was a more
temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;— Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan.
But, there was such laughing;— Queen Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. And Cassandra laugh'd. Cres. But there was a more
temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;— Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan.
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Page 257 - 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 345 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 400 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd 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.
Page 269 - 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 36 - 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 344 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 171 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Page 423 - Fie, fie 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.
Page 344 - 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!
Page 260 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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