The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumul 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Pagina 1539
... Blood . ( treat , Mount . And , Brother , here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Blood , Whom I encountred as the Battels join'd . Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . VOL . IV . B 2 York . York . Richard hath beft deferv'd of ...
... Blood . ( treat , Mount . And , Brother , here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Blood , Whom I encountred as the Battels join'd . Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . VOL . IV . B 2 York . York . Richard hath beft deferv'd of ...
Pagina 1542
... Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats . York ...
... Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats . York ...
Pagina 1543
... And o'er the Chair of State , where now he fits , Write up his Title with ufurping Blood . [ He ftamps with his foot , and the Soldiers fhew themselves . B 4 K. Henry . K. Henry . My Lord of Warwick , hear me King Henry VI . 1543.
... And o'er the Chair of State , where now he fits , Write up his Title with ufurping Blood . [ He ftamps with his foot , and the Soldiers fhew themselves . B 4 K. Henry . K. Henry . My Lord of Warwick , hear me King Henry VI . 1543.
Pagina 1544
... Blood no spark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the House of York , And die in Bands , for this unmanly deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor ...
... Blood no spark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the House of York , And die in Bands , for this unmanly deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor ...
Pagina 1545
... Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And difinherited thine only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot difinherit me : If you be King , why fhould not I fucceed ? K ...
... Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And difinherited thine only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot difinherit me : If you be King , why fhould not I fucceed ? K ...
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Pagina 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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 1774 - 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 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Pagina 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Pagina 1567 - So many hours must I tend my flock; 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 yean; So many years...
Pagina 1777 - 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 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Pagina 1775 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 1782 - 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...
Pagina 1749 - 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.