The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 2. cilt |
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Sayfa 149
... deed . Hub . Uncleanly scruples ! fear not you : look to't.— 220 [ Exeunt Executioners . Young lad , come forth ; I have to say with you . Enter ARTHUR . Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Good morrow , little prince . Hub . Arth . As little ...
... deed . Hub . Uncleanly scruples ! fear not you : look to't.— 220 [ Exeunt Executioners . Young lad , come forth ; I have to say with you . Enter ARTHUR . Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Good morrow , little prince . Hub . Arth . As little ...
Sayfa 151
... deed . 290 [ Stamps . 300 [ Exeunt Executioners . Arth . Alas , I then have chid away my friend ! He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare ...
... deed . 290 [ Stamps . 300 [ Exeunt Executioners . Arth . Alas , I then have chid away my friend ! He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare ...
Sayfa 153
... deed ; He showed his warrant to a friend of mine : The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye ; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast ; And I do fearfully believe ' tis done , What we so feared ...
... deed ; He showed his warrant to a friend of mine : The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye ; that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast ; And I do fearfully believe ' tis done , What we so feared ...
Sayfa 156
... deeds Make deeds ill done ! Hadst not thou been by * , A fellow by the hand of Nature marked , Quoted , and signed to do a deed of shame , — This murder had not come into my mind : But , taking note of thy abhorred aspèct , Finding thee ...
... deeds Make deeds ill done ! Hadst not thou been by * , A fellow by the hand of Nature marked , Quoted , and signed to do a deed of shame , — This murder had not come into my mind : But , taking note of thy abhorred aspèct , Finding thee ...
Sayfa 157
... deed . Sal . Murder , as hating what himself hath done , Doth lay it open , to urge on revenge . Big . Or , when he doomed this beauty to a grave , Found it too precious - princely for a grave . Sal . Sir Richard , what think you ? Have ...
... deed . Sal . Murder , as hating what himself hath done , Doth lay it open , to urge on revenge . Big . Or , when he doomed this beauty to a grave , Found it too precious - princely for a grave . Sal . Sir Richard , what think you ? Have ...
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Aedile Ariel Arth Arthur Aufidius bear blood Caius Marcius Caliban Cham Citizens Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom Cromwell dare daughter Dauphin death deeds doth Duke enemy England Enter envy Exeunt eyes father FAULCONBRIDGE fear Ferdinand France friends Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert ISABELLA of Angoulême Kath KING JOHN king's lady LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Marchioness of Pembroke MENENIUS Milan Miranda mother ne'er never noble noun Pandulph Patricians peace Pembroke Philip play pray prince Pros Prospero queen revenge Richard II Rome SCENE Senators Shakespeare SICINIUS soul speak spirit stand subjunctive mood sword Tarpeian Rock thee thine Thou art thou hast tongue tribunes unto voices Volsces Volscians Volumnia wife Wolsey words
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Sayfa 256 - 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...
Sayfa 254 - 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.
Sayfa 241 - 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.
Sayfa 255 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Sayfa 255 - 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.
Sayfa 149 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Sayfa 153 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sayfa 256 - 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.
Sayfa 169 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye! With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Sayfa 148 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; VOL.