The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Հատոր 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purse . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , These counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are ...
... whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purse . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , These counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are ...
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... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a Crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be asleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love , With ...
... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a Crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be asleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love , With ...
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... Whofe beam ftands fure , whose rightful cause prevails . Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York : NOW , my good lords of Salisbury and War- Our fimple fupper ended ...
... Whofe beam ftands fure , whose rightful cause prevails . Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York : NOW , my good lords of Salisbury and War- Our fimple fupper ended ...
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... whofe name I oft have been Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee , go and take me h I care not whither , for I beg no favo Only convey me where thou art comm Stan . Why , Madam , that is to th There to be us'd ...
... whofe name I oft have been Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee , go and take me h I care not whither , for I beg no favo Only convey me where thou art comm Stan . Why , Madam , that is to th There to be us'd ...
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... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign lady , with the reft , Causeless have laid difgraces on my head ; And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up , My liefeft ...
... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign lady , with the reft , Causeless have laid difgraces on my head ; And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up , My liefeft ...
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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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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby cauſe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Coufin Crown death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid falfe father fear felf fhall fhame fhould firft flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace Haflings haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Stanley Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray preſently Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall ſhe Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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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...