The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Էջ 1584
... Lady Bona quit his pain . K. Lew . Now Sifter , let us hear your firm refolve . Bona . Your grant , or your denial , fhall be mine . Yet I confefs , that often e'er this Day , Speaks to Warwick , When I have heard your King's defert ...
... Lady Bona quit his pain . K. Lew . Now Sifter , let us hear your firm refolve . Bona . Your grant , or your denial , fhall be mine . Yet I confefs , that often e'er this Day , Speaks to Warwick , When I have heard your King's defert ...
Էջ 1585
... Lady Gray ? And now , to footh your Forgery and his , Sends me a Paper to perfwade me Patience ? Is this Alliance that he feeks with France ? Dare he prefume to fcorn us in this manner ? Queen , I told your Majefty as much before : This ...
... Lady Gray ? And now , to footh your Forgery and his , Sends me a Paper to perfwade me Patience ? Is this Alliance that he feeks with France ? Dare he prefume to fcorn us in this manner ? Queen , I told your Majefty as much before : This ...
Էջ 1586
... Lady Bona , joins with yours . L. Lew . And mine , with hers , and thine , and Margaret's . Therefore at laft , I firmly am refolv'd You shall have Aid . Queen . Let me give humble thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then England's ...
... Lady Bona , joins with yours . L. Lew . And mine , with hers , and thine , and Margaret's . Therefore at laft , I firmly am refolv'd You shall have Aid . Queen . Let me give humble thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then England's ...
Էջ 1587
... Lady Gray ? Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice ? Clar . Alas , you know , ' tis far from hence to France , How could he ftay ' till Warwick made return ? E z Som Som . My Lords , forbear this talk : Here King Henry VI . 1587.
... Lady Gray ? Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice ? Clar . Alas , you know , ' tis far from hence to France , How could he ftay ' till Warwick made return ? E z Som Som . My Lords , forbear this talk : Here King Henry VI . 1587.
Էջ 1588
... Lady Gray as Queen , Pem- brook , Stafford , and Haftings : Four ft and on one fide , and four on the other . Glo . And his well - chofen Bride . Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , Brother of Clarence , How ...
... Lady Gray as Queen , Pem- brook , Stafford , and Haftings : Four ft and on one fide , and four on the other . Glo . And his well - chofen Bride . Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , Brother of Clarence , How ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1709 |
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1714 |
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Էջ 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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 1774 - 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 1776 - 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...
Էջ 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Էջ 1567 - 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 1777 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Էջ 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Էջ 1775 - O, how wretched 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 1782 - 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...
Էջ 1749 - 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.