The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... ftill . Glo . Ay , Uncle , we will keep it if we can But now it is impoffible we fhould . Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roaft , Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whofe large ftile ...
... ftill . Glo . Ay , Uncle , we will keep it if we can But now it is impoffible we fhould . Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roaft , Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whofe large ftile ...
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... ftill a while , till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love , With his new bride , and England's dear - bought Queen , And Humphry ...
... ftill a while , till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love , With his new bride , and England's dear - bought Queen , And Humphry ...
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... ftill , Under the furly Glofter's governance ? ) Am I a Queen in title and in ftyle , biod And must be made a Subject to a Duke I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftol'ft away the ...
... ftill , Under the furly Glofter's governance ? ) Am I a Queen in title and in ftyle , biod And must be made a Subject to a Duke I tell thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftol'ft away the ...
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... ftill remember what the Lord hath done . Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam'ft thou here by chance , Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? Simp . God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'd A hundred times and oftner , in my sleep ...
... ftill remember what the Lord hath done . Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam'ft thou here by chance , Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? Simp . God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'd A hundred times and oftner , in my sleep ...
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... ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels . When thou didst ride in triumph thro ' the ftreets . But foft ! I think , fhe comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter ...
... ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels . When thou didst ride in triumph thro ' the ftreets . But foft ! I think , fhe comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Elean elfe England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftill fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highnefs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand traitor unto Warwick whofe wife
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Seite 217 - 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.
Seite 370 - 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...
Seite 134 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 377 - 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...
Seite 367 - 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.
Seite 368 - 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. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Seite 133 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Seite 71 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Seite 368 - 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.
Seite 133 - 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...