The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in iny ftandard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancafler ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
... whose sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in iny ftandard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancafler ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
Pagina 44
... Whose Whose over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , 44 The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
... Whose Whose over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , 44 The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
Pagina 45
William Shakespeare. Whose over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign lady , with the reft , Caufelefs have laid difgraces on my head ; And with your best endeavour have stirr ...
William Shakespeare. Whose over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign lady , with the reft , Caufelefs have laid difgraces on my head ; And with your best endeavour have stirr ...
Pagina 58
... Whose confcience with injuftice is corrupted . Q. Mar. What noife is this ? [ A noife within . Enter Suffolk and Warwick , with their weapons drawn . K. Henry . Why , how now , lords ? your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our prefence ...
... Whose confcience with injuftice is corrupted . Q. Mar. What noife is this ? [ A noife within . Enter Suffolk and Warwick , with their weapons drawn . K. Henry . Why , how now , lords ? your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our prefence ...
Pagina 93
... Whose smile and frown , ( like to Achilles ' spear ) Is able with the change to kill and cure . Here is a hand to hold a scepter up , And with the fame to act controlling laws : Give place ; by heaven , thou shalt rule no more O'er him ...
... Whose smile and frown , ( like to Achilles ' spear ) Is able with the change to kill and cure . Here is a hand to hold a scepter up , And with the fame to act controlling laws : Give place ; by heaven , thou shalt rule no more O'er him ...
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Pagina 136 - 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...
Pagina 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pagina 376 - 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 136 - 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 376 - 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 377 - Why, well; 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.
Pagina 136 - 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...
Pagina 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Pagina 224 - 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 199 - 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.