The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 第 7 卷 |
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Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George
Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. SCENE III . An Ante
- chamber in the Queen's Apartments . 1 Enter Anne BULLEN , and an old Lady .
Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George
Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. SCENE III . An Ante
- chamber in the Queen's Apartments . 1 Enter Anne BULLEN , and an old Lady .
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Lady . I'll not come back : the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners .
— Now , good angels Fly o'er thy royal head , and shade thy person Under their
blessed wings ! K. Hen . Now , by thy looks I guess thy message . Is the queen ...
Lady . I'll not come back : the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners .
— Now , good angels Fly o'er thy royal head , and shade thy person Under their
blessed wings ! K. Hen . Now , by thy looks I guess thy message . Is the queen ...
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O Cressida , how often have I wished me thus ? Cres . Wished my lord ? —The
gods grant ! -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty
abruption ? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our
love ?
O Cressida , how often have I wished me thus ? Cres . Wished my lord ? —The
gods grant ! -O my lord ! Tro . What should they grant ? what makes this pretty
abruption ? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our
love ?
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Agam , Is this the lady Cressid ? Dio . Even she . Agam . Most dearly welcome to
the Greeks , sweet lady . Nest . Our general doth salute you with a kiss . Ulyss .
Yet is the kindness but particular ; ' Twere better , she were kiss'd in general .
Agam , Is this the lady Cressid ? Dio . Even she . Agam . Most dearly welcome to
the Greeks , sweet lady . Nest . Our general doth salute you with a kiss . Ulyss .
Yet is the kindness but particular ; ' Twere better , she were kiss'd in general .
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An odd man , lady ? every man is odd . Cres . No , Paris is not ; for , you know , '
tis true , That you are odd , and he is even with you . Men . You fillip me o'the
head . Cres . No , I'll be sworn . Ulyss . It were no match , your nail against his
horn .
An odd man , lady ? every man is odd . Cres . No , Paris is not ; for , you know , '
tis true , That you are odd , and he is even with you . Men . You fillip me o'the
head . Cres . No , I'll be sworn . Ulyss . It were no match , your nail against his
horn .
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第 231 頁 - 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; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
第 231 頁 - 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 ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
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