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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... noble gentleman : Oft have I feen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and demean himfelf Unlike the ruler of a common - weal . Warwick ...
... noble gentleman : Oft have I feen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and demean himfelf Unlike the ruler of a common - weal . Warwick ...
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... noble Lords , I care not which , ̄ Or Somerfet , or Fork , all's one to me . York . If York have ill demean'd himself in France , Then let him be deny'd the Regentship . Som . If Somerfet be unworthy of the place , Let York be Regent ...
... noble Lords , I care not which , ̄ Or Somerfet , or Fork , all's one to me . York . If York have ill demean'd himself in France , Then let him be deny'd the Regentship . Som . If Somerfet be unworthy of the place , Let York be Regent ...
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... Noble fhe is ; but if he have forgot Honour and virtue , and convers'd with fuch As , like to pitch , defile Nobility ; I banifh her my bed and company : And give her as a prey to law and fhame , That hath dishonour'd Glo'fter's honeft ...
... Noble fhe is ; but if he have forgot Honour and virtue , and convers'd with fuch As , like to pitch , defile Nobility ; I banifh her my bed and company : And give her as a prey to law and fhame , That hath dishonour'd Glo'fter's honeft ...
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... noble Henry , is my ftaff : As willingly do I the fame refign , As e'er thy father Henry made it mine ; And even as willing at thy feet I leave it , As others would ambitiously receive it . Farewel , good King ; when I am dead and gone ...
... noble Henry , is my ftaff : As willingly do I the fame refign , As e'er thy father Henry made it mine ; And even as willing at thy feet I leave it , As others would ambitiously receive it . Farewel , good King ; when I am dead and gone ...
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... noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks 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 ...
... noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks 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 ...
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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...