The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 - English drama |
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... tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold , Methinks , the realms of England , France , and Ireland , Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt , Unto the King HENRY VI II.
... tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold , Methinks , the realms of England , France , and Ireland , Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt , Unto the King HENRY VI II.
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... tongue begins to double . Sound trumpets ; alarum to the combatants . [ They fight , and Peter ftrikes him down . fo thofe of inferior Rank fought with an Ebon Staff or Battoon , to the farther End of which was fixed a Bag crammed hard ...
... tongue begins to double . Sound trumpets ; alarum to the combatants . [ They fight , and Peter ftrikes him down . fo thofe of inferior Rank fought with an Ebon Staff or Battoon , to the farther End of which was fixed a Bag crammed hard ...
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... tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart : And , dogged York , that reaches at the moon , 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 ...
... tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart : And , dogged York , that reaches at the moon , 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 ...
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... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preferve my Sovereign from his foe , Say but the word , and I will be his prict . Car . But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolk , Ere you can take due orders for a priest : Say you ...
... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preferve my Sovereign from his foe , Say but the word , and I will be his prict . Car . But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolk , Ere you can take due orders for a priest : Say you ...
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... tongue be wounded , And princes ' courts be fill'd with my reproach : This get I by his death : ah , me unhappy ! To be a Queen , and crown'd with infamy . K. Henry . Ah , woe is me for Glo'fter , wretched man ! Q. Mar. Be woe for me ...
... tongue be wounded , And princes ' courts be fill'd with my reproach : This get I by his death : ah , me unhappy ! To be a Queen , and crown'd with infamy . K. Henry . Ah , woe is me for Glo'fter , wretched man ! Q. Mar. Be woe for me ...
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Page 217 - 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.
Page 370 - 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...
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Page 377 - 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...
Page 367 - 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.
Page 368 - 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. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Page 133 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 71 - 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.
Page 368 - 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.
Page 133 - 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...