The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 11C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
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... Rape of Lucrece : " Made glorious by his manly chivalry , " With bruised arms and wreaths of victory . " Malone . 4 Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visag'd war hath ...
... Rape of Lucrece : " Made glorious by his manly chivalry , " With bruised arms and wreaths of victory . " Malone . 4 Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures . Grim - visag'd war hath ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , from which it appears he was acquainted with the practice of marking slaves : " Worse than a slavish wipe , or birth - hour's blot " Malone . 2 Thou rag of honour ! & c . ] This word of contempt is used again in Timon ...
... Rape of Lucrece , from which it appears he was acquainted with the practice of marking slaves : " Worse than a slavish wipe , or birth - hour's blot " Malone . 2 Thou rag of honour ! & c . ] This word of contempt is used again in Timon ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , 1630 : " His high - built aiery shall be drown'd in blood . " 8 Sin , death , and hell , ] Possibly Milton took from hence the hint of his famous allegory . Blackstone . Milton might as probably catch the hint from the ...
... Rape of Lucrece , 1630 : " His high - built aiery shall be drown'd in blood . " 8 Sin , death , and hell , ] Possibly Milton took from hence the hint of his famous allegory . Blackstone . Milton might as probably catch the hint from the ...
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... Rape of Lucrece , Lucretius says to his daughter : " O , from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn . " Malone . 2 But now , two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; ] So , in our author's Rape of ...
... Rape of Lucrece , Lucretius says to his daughter : " O , from thy cheeks my image thou hast torn . " Malone . 2 But now , two mirrors of his princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death ; ] So , in our author's Rape of ...
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... Rape of Lucrece : Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless3 76 KING RICHARD III .
... Rape of Lucrece : Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and awless3 76 KING RICHARD III .
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Page 283 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Page 195 - 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 283 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 283 - 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. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 181 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Page 181 - 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 dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 283 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord! The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 14 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover.
Page 283 - 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 Kath.
Page 283 - 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.