The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumul 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Pagina 1545
... for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there ... fhould have tofs'd me on their Pikes , Before I would have granted to that A & t . But But thou preferr'ft thy Life ...
... for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there ... fhould have tofs'd me on their Pikes , Before I would have granted to that A & t . But But thou preferr'ft thy Life ...
Pagina 1547
... for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken : I would break a thousand Oaths to Reign one Year . Rich . No ; God forbid your Grace fhould be forfworn . York . I shall be , if I claim by open War . Rich . I'll prove the contrary , if you'll ...
... for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken : I would break a thousand Oaths to Reign one Year . Rich . No ; God forbid your Grace fhould be forfworn . York . I shall be , if I claim by open War . Rich . I'll prove the contrary , if you'll ...
Pagina 1552
... 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 fo parcht thine ...
... 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 fo parcht thine ...
Pagina 1554
... for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think but upon the wrong he did us all , And that will quickly ... fhould have heard the 1554 The Third Part of.
... for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think but upon the wrong he did us all , And that will quickly ... fhould have heard the 1554 The Third Part of.
Pagina 1555
... fhould have heard the News ; Or had he fcap'd , methinks we should have heard The happy Tidings of his good efcape . How fares my Brother ? why is he fo fad ? Rich . I cannot joy , until I be refolv❜d , Where our right valiant Father ...
... fhould have heard the News ; Or had he fcap'd , methinks we should have heard The happy Tidings of his good efcape . How fares my Brother ? why is he fo fad ? Rich . I cannot joy , until I be refolv❜d , Where our right valiant Father ...
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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...