The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumul 5H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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Pagina 9
... poor King Reignier , whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For ...
... poor King Reignier , whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For ...
Pagina 16
... poor petitioner of our whole Township . Suf . reads . ] Against my master , Thomas Horner , for faying , that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown . Q Mar. What ! did the Duke of York fay , he was rightful heir to the crown ...
... poor petitioner of our whole Township . Suf . reads . ] Against my master , Thomas Horner , for faying , that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown . Q Mar. What ! did the Duke of York fay , he was rightful heir to the crown ...
Pagina 24
... poor , as it ftands in all the printed copies ; but I have formerly , by the addition of a fingle letter , both help'd the verfe and the fentiment . York , feizing the parties and their papers , fays , he'll fee the devil's writ ; and ...
... poor , as it ftands in all the printed copies ; but I have formerly , by the addition of a fingle letter , both help'd the verfe and the fentiment . York , feizing the parties and their papers , fays , he'll fee the devil's writ ; and ...
Pagina 28
... Poor foul , God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let never day or night unhallowed pafs , But ftill remember what the Lord hath done .. Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam't thou here by Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ...
... Poor foul , God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let never day or night unhallowed pafs , But ftill remember what the Lord hath done .. Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam't thou here by Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ...
Pagina 32
... poor Queen to France from whence the came , And him to Pomfret ; where , as all you know , Harmless King Richard trait'roufly was murder'd , War . Father , the Duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the houfe of Lancafter the crown . York ...
... poor Queen to France from whence the came , And him to Pomfret ; where , as all you know , Harmless King Richard trait'roufly was murder'd , War . Father , the Duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the houfe of Lancafter the crown . York ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry King's Lady laft live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter moft muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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Pagina 365 - 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.
Pagina 131 - 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 215 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 215 - 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 131 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 131 - 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...
Pagina 365 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 333 - 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.
Pagina 192 - 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; 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.
Pagina 214 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.