The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Հատոր 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap penn'worths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
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... give no words , but mum ! The bufinefs asketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were she a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coast : I dare not say from the rich Cardinal ...
... give no words , but mum ! The bufinefs asketh filent fecrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amifs , were she a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coast : I dare not say from the rich Cardinal ...
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... d in this . Q. Mar. Because the King , forfooth , will have it fo . Glo . Madam , the King is old enough himself To give his Cenfure : these are no woman's matters . Q. Mar. Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs 18 The Second Part of.
... d in this . Q. Mar. Because the King , forfooth , will have it fo . Glo . Madam , the King is old enough himself To give his Cenfure : these are no woman's matters . Q. Mar. Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs 18 The Second Part of.
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... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd ...
... Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd ...
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... give me leave To fhew fome reason of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My ...
... give me leave To fhew fome reason of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the ..., Հատոր 5 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1762 |
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Էջ 336 - 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 368 - 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 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 366 - 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 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...
Էջ 190 - 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 200 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Էջ 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Էջ 366 - 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 375 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...