The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Հատոր 5H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... fure , whose rightful cause prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt , SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . YOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple supper ended , give me ...
... fure , whose rightful cause prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt , SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . YOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple supper ended , give me ...
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... fure , it thortly will , For Suffolk , ( he that can do all in all With her , that hateth thee and hates us all ) And York , and impious Beauford , that false prieft ,. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings ; And fly thou , how thou ...
... fure , it thortly will , For Suffolk , ( he that can do all in all With her , that hateth thee and hates us all ) And York , and impious Beauford , that false prieft ,. Have all lim'd bushes to betray thy wings ; And fly thou , how thou ...
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... fure . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm to bear his body ; Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy fide ; And wolves are gnarling , who shall gnaw thee first . Ah , that my fear were false ! ah ...
... fure . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm to bear his body ; Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy fide ; And wolves are gnarling , who shall gnaw thee first . Ah , that my fear were false ! ah ...
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... were set To guard the chicken from a hungry kite , As place Duke Humphry for the King's Protector ? Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be fure of death . Suf . King HENRY VI . 47 Suf . Madam , ' 46 The SECOND Part of.
... were set To guard the chicken from a hungry kite , As place Duke Humphry for the King's Protector ? Q. Mar. So the poor chicken should be fure of death . Suf . King HENRY VI . 47 Suf . Madam , ' 46 The SECOND Part of.
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... . Whom have we here ? Buckingham to disturb The King hath fent him , fure : I must dissen Buck . York , if thou meanest well , I greet t York . Humpbry of Buckingham , I accept thy Art thou a messenger , or come of pleasure ? F ...
... . Whom have we here ? Buckingham to disturb The King hath fent him , fure : I must dissen Buck . York , if thou meanest well , I greet t York . Humpbry of Buckingham , I accept thy Art thou a messenger , or come of pleasure ? F ...
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Էջ 363 - 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 129 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Էջ 213 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Էջ 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Էջ 129 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Էջ 129 - 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...
Էջ 363 - 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.
Էջ 331 - 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 190 - 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, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Էջ 212 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.