The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... tears , I cannot stay to speak . [ Exit Glocefter . Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity ...
... tears , I cannot stay to speak . [ Exit Glocefter . Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity ...
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... tears , And lowly words were ranfom for their fault . Unless it were a bloody murtherer , [ tector , Or foul felonious thief that fleece'd poor paffengers , I never gave them condign punishment . Murther , indeed D 2 I Sc . 2 . 39 KING ...
... tears , And lowly words were ranfom for their fault . Unless it were a bloody murtherer , [ tector , Or foul felonious thief that fleece'd poor paffengers , I never gave them condign punishment . Murther , indeed D 2 I Sc . 2 . 39 KING ...
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... tears ; and with dimm'd eyes Look after him , and cannot do him good : So mighty are his vowed enemies . His fortunes 1 will weep , and ' twixt each groan Say , Who's a traitor ? Glo'fter he is none . [ Exit . 2. Mar Free Lords , cold ...
... tears ; and with dimm'd eyes Look after him , and cannot do him good : So mighty are his vowed enemies . His fortunes 1 will weep , and ' twixt each groan Say , Who's a traitor ? Glo'fter he is none . [ Exit . 2. Mar Free Lords , cold ...
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... tears , or heart - offending groans , Or blood - confuming fighs , recal his life ; I would be blind with weeping , fick with groans , Look pale as primrofe with blood - drinking fighs , And all to have the Noble Duke alive . What know ...
... tears , or heart - offending groans , Or blood - confuming fighs , recal his life ; I would be blind with weeping , fick with groans , Look pale as primrofe with blood - drinking fighs , And all to have the Noble Duke alive . What know ...
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... fea refus'd to drown me ; Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on fhore With tears as falt as fea , through thy unkindness , The fpli ting rocks , & c . VOL . V. E K. Henry [ true ; K. Henry . That he is dead Sc . 6 49 KING HENRY VI .
... fea refus'd to drown me ; Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on fhore With tears as falt as fea , through thy unkindness , The fpli ting rocks , & c . VOL . V. E K. Henry [ true ; K. Henry . That he is dead Sc . 6 49 KING HENRY VI .
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Էջ 178 - 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...
Էջ 168 - 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 320 - 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 322 - 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...
Էջ 327 - 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 165 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Էջ 294 - 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 64 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Էջ 117 - 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 328 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting— Which was a sin— yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.