The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 2. cilt |
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Sayfa 147
... hath won , that hath he fortified : So hot a speed with such advice * disposed , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause , Doth want example : who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? 110 120 K. Phi . Well could I ...
... hath won , that hath he fortified : So hot a speed with such advice * disposed , Such temperate order in so fierce a cause , Doth want example : who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? 110 120 K. Phi . Well could I ...
Sayfa 148
... hath fallen , Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief , Like true , inseparable , faithful loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Phi . Bind up your hairs ...
... hath fallen , Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief , Like true , inseparable , faithful loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Phi . Bind up your hairs ...
Sayfa 151
... hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O heaven , that ...
... hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O heaven , that ...
Sayfa 154
... hath our intelligence been drunk ? Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's care , That such an army could be drawn in France , And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear Is stopped with dust ; the first of April died Your ...
... hath our intelligence been drunk ? Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's care , That such an army could be drawn in France , And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear Is stopped with dust ; the first of April died Your ...
Sayfa 155
... hath murdered him : I had a mighty cause 130 To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . No had , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves , that take their ...
... hath murdered him : I had a mighty cause 130 To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . No had , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves , that take their ...
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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.