The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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... Love , my Profeffion's facred from above : When I have chafed all thy Foes from hence , Then will I think upon a Recompence . For Dau . Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall . Reig . My Lord , methinks , is very long in talk ...
... Love , my Profeffion's facred from above : When I have chafed all thy Foes from hence , Then will I think upon a Recompence . For Dau . Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall . Reig . My Lord , methinks , is very long in talk ...
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... love no Colours ; and without all colour Of base infinuating Flattery , I pluck this white Rofe with Plantagenet . Suf . I pluck this red Rofe with young Somerset , And fay withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , Lords and ...
... love no Colours ; and without all colour Of base infinuating Flattery , I pluck this white Rofe with Plantagenet . Suf . I pluck this red Rofe with young Somerset , And fay withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , Lords and ...
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... love to thee , Againft proud Somerfet , and William Pool , Will I upon thy party wear this Rofe . And here I prophefie ; this Brawl to day , Grown to this Faction in the Temple Garden , Shall fend between the red Rofe and the white , A ...
... love to thee , Againft proud Somerfet , and William Pool , Will I upon thy party wear this Rofe . And here I prophefie ; this Brawl to day , Grown to this Faction in the Temple Garden , Shall fend between the red Rofe and the white , A ...
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... Love and Amity .. Oh , what a Scandal is it to our Crown , That two fuch Noble Peers as ye fhould jar ! Believe me , Lords , my tender Years can tell , Civil Diffention is a viperous Worm , That gnaws the Bowels of the Common - wealth ...
... Love and Amity .. Oh , what a Scandal is it to our Crown , That two fuch Noble Peers as ye fhould jar ! Believe me , Lords , my tender Years can tell , Civil Diffention is a viperous Worm , That gnaws the Bowels of the Common - wealth ...
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... love me , as you fay you do , Let me perfwade you to forbear a while . K. Henry . O how this Difcord doth afflict my ... Love for thy Love , and Hand for Hand I give . Glo . Ay , but I fear me with a hollow Heart . See here , my Friends ...
... love me , as you fay you do , Let me perfwade you to forbear a while . K. Henry . O how this Difcord doth afflict my ... Love for thy Love , and Hand for Hand I give . Glo . Ay , but I fear me with a hollow Heart . See here , my Friends ...
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Alarum anſwer Arms art thou Baft Becauſe Blood Brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Crown curfe Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Humphry Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Henry Exeunt Exit faid falfe Father fear felves fhall fhould fight firft flain Foes fome fpeak France Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet Glofter Grace Hand hath Heart Heav'n Henry's himſelf Honour Houſe Iden Jack Cade John of Gaunt loft Lord Lord Protector Love Madam Mafter Majefty Margaret muft muſt ne'er Noble Peace Plantagenet pleaſe Pleaſure Poft prefently Prifoner Prince Protector Pucel Queen reft Reig Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Rofe Salisbury ſhall Soldiers Somerfet Soul Sovereign ſpeak ſtand Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art thou shalt thouſand Traitor Treafon unto Warwick whofe wilt
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 375 - 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...
Seite 375 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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...
Seite 376 - ... 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 375 - 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...