The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 5C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 143
... Clar . He knows the game ; how true he keeps the wind ♪ Glo . Silence . K. Edw . Widow , we will confider of your fuit , And come fome other time to know our mind . Gray . Right gracious Lord , I cannot brook delay . May't please your ...
... Clar . He knows the game ; how true he keeps the wind ♪ Glo . Silence . K. Edw . Widow , we will confider of your fuit , And come fome other time to know our mind . Gray . Right gracious Lord , I cannot brook delay . May't please your ...
Page 144
... Clar . I think he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then , he'll rather give her two . Gray . Three , my most gracious Lord . Glo . You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him . K. Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose ...
... Clar . I think he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then , he'll rather give her two . Gray . Three , my most gracious Lord . Glo . You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him . K. Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose ...
Page 145
... Clar . He is the blunteft wooer in christendom . . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty , Her words do fhew her wit incomparable , All her perfections challenge fovereignty ; One way , or other , fhe is for a King . And ...
... Clar . He is the blunteft wooer in christendom . . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty , Her words do fhew her wit incomparable , All her perfections challenge fovereignty ; One way , or other , fhe is for a King . And ...
Page 146
... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Edw . Brothers , ye muse what chat we two have had . Glo . The widow likes it not , for fhe looks fad . K. Edw . You'd think it ftrange , if I should marry her . Clar . To whom ...
... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Edw . Brothers , ye muse what chat we two have had . Glo . The widow likes it not , for fhe looks fad . K. Edw . You'd think it ftrange , if I should marry her . Clar . To whom ...
Page 156
... Clar . Alas , you know , ' tis far from hence to France : How could he stay till Warwick made return ? Som . My Lords , forbear this talk : here comes the King . Fleurish . Flourish . Enter King Edward , Lady Gray as Queen 156 The THIRD ...
... Clar . Alas , you know , ' tis far from hence to France : How could he stay till Warwick made return ? Som . My Lords , forbear this talk : here comes the King . Fleurish . Flourish . Enter King Edward , Lady Gray as Queen 156 The THIRD ...
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Page 359 - 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.
Page 329 - 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.
Page 190 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 213 - 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.
Page 129 - 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 359 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 362 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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...
Page 359 - 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.
Page 361 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.