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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... fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails , [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . N WOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ended , give me ...
... fure , whofe rightful caufe prevails , [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . N WOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ended , give me ...
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... the ax of death Hang over thee , as , fure , it fhortly will . For Suffolk , ( he that can do all in all With her , that hateth thee and hates us all With 38 The SECOND PART of Enter the Dutchefs in a white Sheet, and a ...
... the ax of death Hang over thee , as , fure , it fhortly will . For Suffolk , ( he that can do all in all With her , that hateth thee and hates us all With 38 The SECOND PART of Enter the Dutchefs in a white Sheet, and a ...
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... fure . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm to bear his body ; Thus is the hepherd beaten from thy fide ; And wolves are gnarling , who fhall gnaw thee firft . Ah , that my fear were falfe ! ah ...
... fure . Glo . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch , Before his legs be firm to bear his body ; Thus is the hepherd beaten from thy fide ; And wolves are gnarling , who fhall gnaw thee firft . Ah , that my fear were falfe ! ah ...
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... 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 should be fure of King HENRY VI . 47.
... 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 should be fure of King HENRY VI . 47.
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... fure of death . Suf . Madam , ' tis true ; and wer't not madness , then , To make the fox furveyor of the fold ? Who being accus'd a crafty murderer , His guilt hould be but idly posted over , Because his purpofe is not executed . No ...
... fure of death . Suf . Madam , ' tis true ; and wer't not madness , then , To make the fox furveyor of the fold ? Who being accus'd a crafty murderer , His guilt hould be but idly posted over , Because his purpofe is not executed . No ...
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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...