Comentarios de usuarios - Escribir una reseña
No hemos encontrado ninguna reseña en los sitios habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades ancient Antony and Cleopatra Apem Apemantus Athens believe Ben Jonson Calchas called cardinal Cham Cres Cressida Diomed doth duke editions editors emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame fays fear fense fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Kath King Henry King Lear King Richard king's lady lord Lord Chamberlain Macbeth Malone Mason means Measure for Measure Nestor never noble o'the old copy Pandarus passage Patroclus perhaps play poet Pope pray prince quarto queen Ritson scene second folio Serf servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas Hanmer speak speech Steevens suppose sweet tell thee Theobald Ther There's thing thou art thought Timon Troilus Trojan Troy true Ulyss unto Warburton Wolsey word
Página 131 - 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.
Página 76 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Página 137 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : '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.
Página 132 - 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.
Página 135 - 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...
Página 136 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Página 252 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Página 131 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.