The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Page 143
... Clar . I fear her not , unless the chance to fall . Glo . God forbid that ! for he'll take vantages . K. E. How many children haft thou , widow ? tell me . Clar . I think , he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then : he ...
... Clar . I fear her not , unless the chance to fall . Glo . God forbid that ! for he'll take vantages . K. E. How many children haft thou , widow ? tell me . Clar . I think , he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then : he ...
Page 144
... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her wax muft melt . Gray . Why ftops my Lord ? fhall I not hear my task ? K. Edw . An eafy tafk , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a fubject . K. E.Why then , thy ...
... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her wax muft melt . Gray . Why ftops my Lord ? fhall I not hear my task ? K. Edw . An eafy tafk , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a fubject . K. E.Why then , thy ...
Page 145
... Clar . He is the blunteft wooer in christendom . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty , Her words do ... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Ed . Brothers , you mufe what chat we two have had ...
... Clar . He is the blunteft wooer in christendom . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty , Her words do ... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Ed . Brothers , you mufe what chat we two have had ...
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... Clar . That's a day longer than a wonder lafts . Glo . By fo much is the wonder in extreams . K. Edw . Well , jeft on , Brothers ; I can tell you both Her fuit is granted for her husband's lands . Enter a Nobleman . Nob . My gracious ...
... Clar . That's a day longer than a wonder lafts . Glo . By fo much is the wonder in extreams . K. Edw . Well , jeft on , Brothers ; I can tell you both Her fuit is granted for her husband's lands . Enter a Nobleman . Nob . My gracious ...
Page 156
... Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Ed . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you stand pensive , as half malecontent ? Clar . As well as Lewis of France , or th ' Earl of Warwick , Which are fo weak ...
... Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Ed . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you stand pensive , as half malecontent ? Clar . As well as Lewis of France , or th ' Earl of Warwick , Which are fo weak ...
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Page 217 - 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 370 - 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 134 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 377 - 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...
Page 367 - 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 368 - Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Page 133 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 71 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 368 - 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 133 - 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...