The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... tell you what , I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men and wear her livery : The jealous o'erworn widow and herself , Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips in this ...
... tell you what , I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men and wear her livery : The jealous o'erworn widow and herself , Since that our brother dubbed them gentlewomen , Are mighty gossips in this ...
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... tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and ...
... tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , Were best he do it secretly , alone . Brak . What one , my lord ? Glo . Her husband , knave : wouldst thou betray me ? Brak . I beseech your grace to pardon me , and ...
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... tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry . Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposéd evils to give me leave By circumstance but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , defused infection of a man ...
... tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry . Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposéd evils to give me leave By circumstance but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , defused infection of a man ...
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... I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by 24 [ Act I. KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
... I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by 24 [ Act I. KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
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... tell the world is grown so bad , That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch : Since every Jack became a gentleman , There's many a gentle person made a Jack . Q. Eliz . Come , come , we know your meaning , brother Gloster ; You ...
... tell the world is grown so bad , That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch : Since every Jack became a gentleman , There's many a gentle person made a Jack . Q. Eliz . Come , come , we know your meaning , brother Gloster ; You ...
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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.