The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumul 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Pagina 42
... speak my mind , I think , I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchess , by his fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to thofe faults , Yet , by reputing of his high defcent , As next ...
... speak my mind , I think , I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchess , by his fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to thofe faults , Yet , by reputing of his high defcent , As next ...
Pagina 46
... speak . Buck . He'll wreft the fenfe , and hold us here all day . Lord Cardinal , he is your prifoner . Car . Sirs , take away the Duke , and guard him furè . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm ...
... speak . Buck . He'll wreft the fenfe , and hold us here all day . Lord Cardinal , he is your prifoner . Car . Sirs , take away the Duke , and guard him furè . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm ...
Pagina 47
... speak it from your fouls : Wer't not all one , an empty eagle were fet To guard the chicken from a hungry kite , As place Duke Humphry for the King's protector ? Q. Mar Q. Mar. So the poor chicken fhou Suf . Madam King HENRY VI . 47 .
... speak it from your fouls : Wer't not all one , an empty eagle were fet To guard the chicken from a hungry kite , As place Duke Humphry for the King's protector ? Q. Mar Q. Mar. So the poor chicken fhou Suf . Madam King HENRY VI . 47 .
Pagina 53
... speak a word . [ King fwoons . Q. Mar. How fares my lord ? help , lords , the King is dead . Som . Rear up his body , wring him by the nose . Q. Mar. Run , go , help , help : oh , Henry , ope thine eyes . Suf . He doth revive again ...
... speak a word . [ King fwoons . Q. Mar. How fares my lord ? help , lords , the King is dead . Som . Rear up his body , wring him by the nose . Q. Mar. Run , go , help , help : oh , Henry , ope thine eyes . Suf . He doth revive again ...
Pagina 66
... Speak , Captain , fhall I ftab the forlorn fwain ? Cap . Firft let my words ftab him , as he hath me , Suf Bafe flave , thy words are blunt ; and fo art thou . Cap . Cap . Convey him hence , and on our long 66 , The Second Part of.
... Speak , Captain , fhall I ftab the forlorn fwain ? Cap . Firft let my words ftab him , as he hath me , Suf Bafe flave , thy words are blunt ; and fo art thou . Cap . Cap . Convey him hence , and on our long 66 , The Second Part of.
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The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1762 |
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Pagina 336 - 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 368 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Pagina 213 - 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 366 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 190 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pagina 190 - 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, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 200 - 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 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pagina 366 - 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 375 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...