The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 5C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy hufband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what , my Lord ! are you so cholerick With Eleanor , for telling ...
... ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy hufband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what , my Lord ! are you so cholerick With Eleanor , for telling ...
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... ftill remember what the Lord hath done . Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam'st thou here by Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? [ chance , Simp . God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'd A hundred times and oftener , in my fleep ...
... ftill remember what the Lord hath done . Queen . Tell me , good fellow , cam'st thou here by Or of devotion , to this holy fhrine ? [ chance , Simp . God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'd A hundred times and oftener , in my fleep ...
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... ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels , When thou didit ride in triumph thro ' the streets . But foft ! I think , fhe comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter ...
... ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels , When thou didit ride in triumph thro ' the streets . But foft ! I think , fhe comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter ...
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... ftill ; with rev'rence may I fay ; For ev'ry word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . Suf . Blunt - witted Lord , ignoble in demeanour , If ever Lady wrong'd her Lord fo much , Thy mother took into her ...
... ftill ; with rev'rence may I fay ; For ev'ry word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . Suf . Blunt - witted Lord , ignoble in demeanour , If ever Lady wrong'd her Lord fo much , Thy mother took into her ...
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... ftill , and mourning Suffolk's death ? I fear me , love , if that I had been dead , Thou wouldeft not have mourn'd fo much for me . Q. Mar. My love , I should not mourn , but die for thee . Enter a Meffenger . K. Henry . How now ? what ...
... ftill , and mourning Suffolk's death ? I fear me , love , if that I had been dead , Thou wouldeft not have mourn'd fo much for me . Q. Mar. My love , I should not mourn , but die for thee . Enter a Meffenger . K. Henry . How now ? what ...
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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.