The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumul 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pagina 1540
... Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
... Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
Pagina 1549
... Eyes ? I'll open them . " Rut . So looks the pent - up Lyon o'er the wretch , That trembles under his devouring Paws : And fo he walks , infulting o'er his Prey , And fo he comes to rend his Limbs afunder . Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
... Eyes ? I'll open them . " Rut . So looks the pent - up Lyon o'er the wretch , That trembles under his devouring Paws : And fo he walks , infulting o'er his Prey , And fo he comes to rend his Limbs afunder . Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
Pagina 1551
... Eyes to Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves ...
... Eyes to Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves ...
Pagina 1552
... Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee this to dry thy Cheeks withal . Alas , poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart ...
... Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee this to dry thy Cheeks withal . Alas , poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart ...
Pagina 1553
... Eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a Woman's Face ? Women are foft , mild , pitiful and flexible ; Thou ftern , obdurate , flinty , rough , remorfele fs . Bidft thou me rage ? why now thou haft thy with . Would't have me weep ? why ...
... Eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a Woman's Face ? Women are foft , mild , pitiful and flexible ; Thou ftern , obdurate , flinty , rough , remorfele fs . Bidft thou me rage ? why now thou haft thy with . Would't have me weep ? why ...
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Pagina 1628 - 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, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Pagina 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Pagina 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Pagina 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Pagina 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Pagina 1565 - 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 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Pagina 1747 - 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 1618 - 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...