The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumul 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pagina 1556
... Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Ob , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich . Say how he dy'd , for I will hear it all . Mef . Environed he was with many Foes , And ftood ...
... Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Ob , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich . Say how he dy'd , for I will hear it all . Mef . Environed he was with many Foes , And ftood ...
Pagina 1581
... Noble Lewis , That Henry , fole poffeffor of my Love , Is , of a King , become a banish'd Man , And forc'd to live in Scotland a Forlorn ; While proud ambitious Edward , Duke of York , Ufurps the Regal Title , and the Seat Of England's ...
... Noble Lewis , That Henry , fole poffeffor of my Love , Is , of a King , become a banish'd Man , And forc'd to live in Scotland a Forlorn ; While proud ambitious Edward , Duke of York , Ufurps the Regal Title , and the Seat Of England's ...
Pagina 1585
... Noble Queen , let former grudges pass , And henceforth I am thy true Servitor : I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona , And replant Henry in his former ftate . VOL . IV . E Queene Queen . Warwick , Thefe Words have turn'd my Hate King ...
... Noble Queen , let former grudges pass , And henceforth I am thy true Servitor : I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona , And replant Henry in his former ftate . VOL . IV . E Queene Queen . Warwick , Thefe Words have turn'd my Hate King ...
Pagina 1592
... Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand , in fign of Love : Elfe might I think , that Clarence , Edward's Brother , Were but a feigned Friend to our Proceedings . But welcome fweet Clarence , my Daughter shall be thine . And now , what ...
... Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand , in fign of Love : Elfe might I think , that Clarence , Edward's Brother , Were but a feigned Friend to our Proceedings . But welcome fweet Clarence , my Daughter shall be thine . And now , what ...
Pagina 1622
... noble Queen . Well ftrook in Years , fair , and not jealous . We fay , that Shore's Wife hath a pretty Foot , A cherry Lip , a bonny Eye , a paffing pleafing Tongue : That the Queen's Kindred are made Gentle - folks . How fay you , Sir ...
... noble Queen . Well ftrook in Years , fair , and not jealous . We fay , that Shore's Wife hath a pretty Foot , A cherry Lip , a bonny Eye , a paffing pleafing Tongue : That the Queen's Kindred are made Gentle - folks . How fay you , Sir ...
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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...