The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volumul 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Pagina 26
... Soul ; and the fays up and down the Town , that her eldest Son is like you . hath been in good cafe , and the truth is , Poverty hath di- ftracted her ; but for these foolish Officers , I beseech you I may have redress against them . Ch ...
... Soul ; and the fays up and down the Town , that her eldest Son is like you . hath been in good cafe , and the truth is , Poverty hath di- ftracted her ; but for these foolish Officers , I beseech you I may have redress against them . Ch ...
Pagina 45
... Soul ; Who like a Brother , toil'd in my Affairs , And laid his Love and Life under my Foot : Yea , for my fake , even to the Eyes of Richard Gave him defiance . But which of you was by ? You , Coufin Nevil , as I may remember . [ To ...
... Soul ; Who like a Brother , toil'd in my Affairs , And laid his Love and Life under my Foot : Yea , for my fake , even to the Eyes of Richard Gave him defiance . But which of you was by ? You , Coufin Nevil , as I may remember . [ To ...
Pagina 81
... Soul , And never fhall you fee that I will beg A ragged and foreftall'd Remiffion . If Troth and upright Innocency fail me , I'll to the King , my Mafter that is dead , And tell him who hath fent me after him . War . Here comes the ...
... Soul , And never fhall you fee that I will beg A ragged and foreftall'd Remiffion . If Troth and upright Innocency fail me , I'll to the King , my Mafter that is dead , And tell him who hath fent me after him . War . Here comes the ...
Pagina 100
... Soul With opening Titles mifcreate , whofe right Sutes not in native Colours with the truth : * For God doth know , how many now in health Shall drop their Blood , in approbation Of what your Reverence fhall incite us to . Therefore ...
... Soul With opening Titles mifcreate , whofe right Sutes not in native Colours with the truth : * For God doth know , how many now in health Shall drop their Blood , in approbation Of what your Reverence fhall incite us to . Therefore ...
Pagina 107
... Soul Shall ftand fore charged , for the wasteful Vengeance That fhall fly with them : For many a thousand Widows s Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear Husbands ; Mock Mothers from their Sons , mock Caftles down : And fome are yet ...
... Soul Shall ftand fore charged , for the wasteful Vengeance That fhall fly with them : For many a thousand Widows s Shall this his Mock mock out of their dear Husbands ; Mock Mothers from their Sons , mock Caftles down : And fome are yet ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 103 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Pagina 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pagina 151 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pagina 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pagina 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Pagina 367 - 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 367 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Pagina 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pagina 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pagina 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.