The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 10
... hour in your sweet bofom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Gla . Glo . Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck 10 AЯ x . KING RICHARD III .
... hour in your sweet bofom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Gla . Glo . Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck 10 AЯ x . KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 22
... hours of grief , Die neither mother , wife , nor England's queen ! — Rivers , and Dorfet , -you were standers by , - And so wast thou , lord Hastings , -when my fon Was stabb'd with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , That none of you ...
... hours of grief , Die neither mother , wife , nor England's queen ! — Rivers , and Dorfet , -you were standers by , - And so wast thou , lord Hastings , -when my fon Was stabb'd with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , That none of you ...
Pagina 29
... hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil And , for unfelt imaginations , They often feel a world of restlefs cares : So that ...
... hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil And , for unfelt imaginations , They often feel a world of restlefs cares : So that ...
Pagina 49
... nearer than he touch'd mine . Duch . How , my young York ? I pr'ythee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they fay , my uncle grew so fast , E That That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old AЯ 11 . 49 KING RICHARD III .
... nearer than he touch'd mine . Duch . How , my young York ? I pr'ythee , let me hear it . York . Marry , they fay , my uncle grew so fast , E That That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old AЯ 11 . 49 KING RICHARD III .
Pagina 50
William Shakespeare. That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would have been a biting jeft . Duch . I pr'ythee , pretty York , who told thee this ? York . Grandam , his ...
William Shakespeare. That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would have been a biting jeft . Duch . I pr'ythee , pretty York , who told thee this ? York . Grandam , his ...
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Afide againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Athens Becauſe beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clar Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt Flav fome fool forrow foul fpeak friends fuch Gent Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath King RICHARD king's lady laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain lordſhip Lucullus madam majeſty maſter moft moſt Murd muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince queen Rich Richmond ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſpeak Stan ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe wiſh witneſs yourſelf
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Pagina 73 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 70 - 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 14 - 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 74 - 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 29 - 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 55 - Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha! you gods, why this? What this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout...
Pagina 38 - 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 71 - 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.
Pagina 28 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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 2 - 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...