The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volumul 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pagina 7
... peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be fuffocate , That dims the honour of this was like ifle ! France fhould have torn , & c . [ Exit Had Had Henry got an empire by his marriage , And Se . 2 . 7 KING HENRY VI .
... peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be fuffocate , That dims the honour of this was like ifle ! France fhould have torn , & c . [ Exit Had Had Henry got an empire by his marriage , And Se . 2 . 7 KING HENRY VI .
Pagina 9
... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerfet's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's deeds ...
... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerfet's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's deeds ...
Pagina 11
... compafs of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyfelf , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? B 2 Away Away from me , and let me hear no more Sc . 4 . KING HENRY VI .:
... compafs of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyfelf , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? B 2 Away Away from me , and let me hear no more Sc . 4 . KING HENRY VI .:
Pagina 14
... Queen in title and in ftyle , And must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a tilt in honour of my love , And A And ftol'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France 14 Aa 1 . THE SECOND PART OF.
... Queen in title and in ftyle , And must be made a fubject to a Duke ? I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a tilt in honour of my love , And A And ftol'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France 14 Aa 1 . THE SECOND PART OF.
Pagina 27
... Honour and virtue , and convers'd with fuch As , like to pitch , defile nobility ; I banish her my bed and company , And give her as a prey to law and fhame , That hath difhonour'd Glo'fter's honeft name . K. Henry . Well , for this ...
... Honour and virtue , and convers'd with fuch As , like to pitch , defile nobility ; I banish her my bed and company , And give her as a prey to law and fhame , That hath difhonour'd Glo'fter's honeft name . K. Henry . Well , for this ...
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Pagina 182 - 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...
Pagina 328 - 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.
Pagina 119 - 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.
Pagina 193 - 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.
Pagina 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 169 - 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.