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 1540
... Hath made us by - words to our Enemies . York . Then leave me not , my Lords , be refolute , I mean to take poffeffion of my Right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him beft , The proudest He that holds up Lancaster . Dares ...
... Hath made us by - words to our Enemies . York . Then leave me not , my Lords , be refolute , I mean to take poffeffion of my Right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him beft , The proudest He that holds up Lancaster . Dares ...
Pagina 1546
... Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may the be on that hateful Duke , Whofe haughty Spirit , winged with defire , Will coft my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on the Flesh of me , and of my Son . The lofs of ...
... Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may the be on that hateful Duke , Whofe haughty Spirit , winged with defire , Will coft my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on the Flesh of me , and of my Son . The lofs of ...
Pagina 1547
... hath Authority over him that Swears . Henry had none , but did ufurp the Place . Then feeing ' twas he that made you to depofe , Your Oath , my Lord , is vain and frivolous . Therefore to Arms : and , Father , do but think , How fweet a ...
... hath Authority over him that Swears . Henry had none , but did ufurp the Place . Then feeing ' twas he that made you to depofe , Your Oath , my Lord , is vain and frivolous . Therefore to Arms : and , Father , do but think , How fweet a ...
Pagina 1549
... hath stopt the passage Where thy Words should enter , Rut . Then let my Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . [ Exit . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their Lives and thine Were not revenge ...
... hath stopt the passage Where thy Words should enter , Rut . Then let my Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . [ Exit . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their Lives and thine Were not revenge ...
Pagina 1550
... hath got the Field : My Uncles both are flain in refcuing me , And all my Followers , to the eager Foe Turn back , and fly , like Ships before the Wind , Or Lambs purfu'd by hunger - ftarved Wolves . My Sons , God knows what hath ...
... hath got the Field : My Uncles both are flain in refcuing me , And all my Followers , to the eager Foe Turn back , and fly , like Ships before the Wind , Or Lambs purfu'd by hunger - ftarved Wolves . My Sons , God knows what hath ...
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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.