King Henry VI. Part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Coriolanus ; Titus AndronicusJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus anſwer beſt Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Buſineſs Cauſe Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Curſe Death Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward elſe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes falſe Father fear felf firſt flain Friends Goths Grace Hand hast haſte hath hear Heart Heaven Hector Henry Honour Houſe i'th King Lady laſt Lavinia leſs Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loſe Love Lucius Madam Marcus Martius Maſter Morrow moſt muſt Noble o'th Pandarus paſt Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent Prince purpoſe Queen Reaſon reſt Rich Rome ſay ſee ſelf ſet ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome Soul ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſweet Sword tell thee Ther theſe thine thoſe Titus Tongue Troi Troilus Ulyf unto uſe Warwick whoſe York
Populiarios ištraukos
1744 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
1537 psl. - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
1811 psl. - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
1753 psl. - Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
1829 psl. - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
1747 psl. - I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
1829 psl. - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
1747 psl. - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
1844 psl. - 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.