The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumul 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pagina 1551
... bring forth A Bird , that will revenge upon you all : And in that hope I throw mine 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 ...
... bring forth A Bird , that will revenge upon you all : And in that hope I throw mine 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 ...
Pagina 1561
... brings a thousand - fold more Care to keep , Than in Poffeffion any jot of Pleasure . Ah Coufin York , would thy beft Friends did know , How it doth grieve me that thy Head is here . Queen . My Lord , cheer up your Spirits , our Foes ...
... brings a thousand - fold more Care to keep , Than in Poffeffion any jot of Pleasure . Ah Coufin York , would thy beft Friends did know , How it doth grieve me that thy Head is here . Queen . My Lord , cheer up your Spirits , our Foes ...
Pagina 1567
... bring about the Day , How many Days will finish up the Year , How many Years a mortal Man may live . When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours muft I tend my Flock , So many hours muft I take my reft , So many hours ...
... bring about the Day , How many Days will finish up the Year , How many Years a mortal Man may live . When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours muft I tend my Flock , So many hours muft I take my reft , So many hours ...
Pagina 1571
... Bring forth that fatal Screech - owl to our House , That nothing fung but Death to us and ours : Now death hall ftop his difmal threatning found , And his ill - boading Tongue no more thall speak . War . I think his understanding is ...
... Bring forth that fatal Screech - owl to our House , That nothing fung but Death to us and ours : Now death hall ftop his difmal threatning found , And his ill - boading Tongue no more thall speak . War . I think his understanding is ...
Pagina 1587
... bring him down again : Not that I pity Henry's Mifery , But feek Revenge on Edward's Mockery . [ Exit . A CT IV . SCENE I. Glo . Enter Gloucefter , Clarence , Somerfet and Montague . Now OW tell me , Brother Clarence , what think you Of ...
... bring him down again : Not that I pity Henry's Mifery , But feek Revenge on Edward's Mockery . [ Exit . A CT IV . SCENE I. Glo . Enter Gloucefter , Clarence , Somerfet and Montague . Now OW tell me , Brother Clarence , what think you Of ...
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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...