The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought , this Staff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot ; But , as I think , it was by th ' Cardinal ; And , on ...
... tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought , this Staff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot ; But , as I think , it was by th ' Cardinal ; And , on ...
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... tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of Somerset will keep me here Without discharge , money or furniture , Till France be won into the ...
... tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of Somerset will keep me here Without discharge , money or furniture , Till France be won into the ...
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... tell you , expects performance of your promises . Boling . Mafter Hume , we are therefore provided : will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcifms ? Hume . Ay , what else ? fear not her courage . Boling . I have heard her reported to ...
... tell you , expects performance of your promises . Boling . Mafter Hume , we are therefore provided : will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcifms ? Hume . Ay , what else ? fear not her courage . Boling . I have heard her reported to ...
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... tell what I afk ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet lives , that Henry ...
... tell what I afk ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet lives , that Henry ...
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... Tell me , what fates awaits the Duke of Suffolk ? By water fhall he die , and take his end . What shall betide the Duke of Somerfet ? Let him fhun Caftles , Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains , Than where caftles mounted ftand . Come ...
... Tell me , what fates awaits the Duke of Suffolk ? By water fhall he die , and take his end . What shall betide the Duke of Somerfet ? Let him fhun Caftles , Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains , Than where caftles mounted ftand . Come ...
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Էջ 136 - 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...
Էջ 379 - 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 ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Էջ 376 - 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 136 - 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 376 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! 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.
Էջ 377 - 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.
Էջ 136 - 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...
Էջ 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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 224 - 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 199 - 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.