The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The time will come when thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse that poisonous bunch ...
... fortune ! Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself . The time will come when thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse that poisonous bunch ...
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... fortune , And hugged me in his arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 2 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven . 1 Murd . Make peace with God , for you ...
... fortune , And hugged me in his arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 2 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven . 1 Murd . Make peace with God , for you ...
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... fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude im- patience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : Edward , my lord , your son ...
... fortune , and torment myself ? I'll join with black despair against my soul , And to myself become an enemy . Duch . What means this scene of rude im- patience ? Q. Eliz . To make an act of tragic violence : Edward , my lord , your son ...
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... fortune and your due of birth , The lineal glory of your royal house , To the corruption of a blemished stock : Whilst , in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts- Which here we waken to our country's good- This noble isle doth want her ...
... fortune and your due of birth , The lineal glory of your royal house , To the corruption of a blemished stock : Whilst , in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts- Which here we waken to our country's good- This noble isle doth want her ...
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... fortune of his happy stars ; Which God defend that I should wring from him ! Buck . My lord , this argues conscience in your grace ; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial , All circumstances well considered . You say that Edward ...
... fortune of his happy stars ; Which God defend that I should wring from him ! Buck . My lord , this argues conscience in your grace ; But the respects thereof are nice and trivial , All circumstances well considered . You say that Edward ...
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Page 140 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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...
Page 12 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Page 41 - I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Page 136 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! 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 108 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 32 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 138 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Page 40 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 140 - Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Page 187 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.