Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... felf , moft part of all this night Within her quarter and mine own precinct I was employ'd in paffing to and fro , About relieving of the centinels . Then how or which way fhould they first break in ? Pucel . Question , my Lord , no ...
... felf , moft part of all this night Within her quarter and mine own precinct I was employ'd in paffing to and fro , About relieving of the centinels . Then how or which way fhould they first break in ? Pucel . Question , my Lord , no ...
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... felf Will fee his burial better than his life . Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer , Choak'd with th ' ambition of a meaner fort . a And for those wrongs , those bitter injuries Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my house , I doubt not ...
... felf Will fee his burial better than his life . Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer , Choak'd with th ' ambition of a meaner fort . a And for those wrongs , those bitter injuries Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my house , I doubt not ...
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... felf , but keep my wonted calling ? And for diffention , who preferreth peace More than I do ? except I be provok'd . No , my good Lords , it is not that offends , It is not that which hath incens'd the Duke : It is because no one ...
... felf , but keep my wonted calling ? And for diffention , who preferreth peace More than I do ? except I be provok'd . No , my good Lords , it is not that offends , It is not that which hath incens'd the Duke : It is because no one ...
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... felf . Tal . Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast ! Then be it fo : heav'ns keep old Bedford fafe ! And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boafting enemy . [ Exeunt . An alarm ...
... felf . Tal . Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast ! Then be it fo : heav'ns keep old Bedford fafe ! And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boafting enemy . [ Exeunt . An alarm ...
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... felf haft giv'n her woful breaft . Oh , turn thy edged fword another way , Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not thofe that help : One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bofom Should grieve thee more than ftreams of common gore ...
... felf haft giv'n her woful breaft . Oh , turn thy edged fword another way , Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not thofe that help : One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bofom Should grieve thee more than ftreams of common gore ...
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Էջ 466 - 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.
Էջ 436 - 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.
Էջ 225 - O God, methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Էջ 225 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Էջ 281 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Էջ 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Էջ 468 - 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...