The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volumen4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... stand aloof . Queen . Heavens grant that Warwick's Words bewitch him K. Lew . Now Warwick , tell me even upon thy Confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chofen . War . Thereon I ...
... stand aloof . Queen . Heavens grant that Warwick's Words bewitch him K. Lew . Now Warwick , tell me even upon thy Confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chofen . War . Thereon I ...
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... Stand , The King by this has fet him down to fleep . 2 Warch . What , will he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Yow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch ...
... Stand , The King by this has fet him down to fleep . 2 Warch . What , will he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Yow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch ...
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... stands , ' Tis to be doubted he would waken him . 1 Watch . Unless our Halberds did fhut up his Paffage . 2 Watch . Ay ; wherefore elfe guard we this Royal Tent , But to defend his Perfon from Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence ...
... stands , ' Tis to be doubted he would waken him . 1 Watch . Unless our Halberds did fhut up his Paffage . 2 Watch . Ay ; wherefore elfe guard we this Royal Tent , But to defend his Perfon from Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence ...
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... Stand you thus clofe to fteal the Bishop's Deer ? Glo . Brother the time and cafe requireth haste , Your Horse stands ready at the Park - corner . K. Edw . But whither fhall we then ? Haft . To Lyn , my Lord , And fhip from thence to ...
... Stand you thus clofe to fteal the Bishop's Deer ? Glo . Brother the time and cafe requireth haste , Your Horse stands ready at the Park - corner . K. Edw . But whither fhall we then ? Haft . To Lyn , my Lord , And fhip from thence to ...
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... Stand we in good Array ; for they no doubt Will iffue out again , and bid us Battel : If not , the City being but of fmall defence , We'll quickly rouze the Traitors in the fame . War . Oh welcome Oxford , for we want thy help . Enter ...
... Stand we in good Array ; for they no doubt Will iffue out again , and bid us Battel : If not , the City being but of fmall defence , We'll quickly rouze the Traitors in the fame . War . Oh welcome Oxford , for we want thy help . Enter ...
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Página 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Página 1774 - 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.
Página 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Página 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Página 1567 - 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...
Página 1777 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Página 1775 - 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.
Página 1782 - 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...
Página 1749 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.