The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volume 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities that I got with wounds , Delivered up again with peaceful words ? * Tork . France fhould have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but ...
... arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities that I got with wounds , Delivered up again with peaceful words ? * Tork . France fhould have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but ...
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... arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . SCENE IV . Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's house . Enter ...
... arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . SCENE IV . Changes to the Duke of Gloucester's house . Enter ...
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... Arm . An't fhall please your Majefty , I never faid nor thought any fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accufed by the villain . Pet . By these ten bones , my Lord , he did fpeak them to me in the garret one night , as we ...
... Arm . An't fhall please your Majefty , I never faid nor thought any fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accufed by the villain . Pet . By these ten bones , my Lord , he did fpeak them to me in the garret one night , as we ...
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... Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas ! my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the spight of man prevaileth against me O Lord have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a blow : O Lord , my ...
... Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas ! my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the spight of man prevaileth against me O Lord have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a blow : O Lord , my ...
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... Arm . Let it come , i ' faith , and I'll pledge you all and a fig for Peter . 1 Pren . Here , Peter , I drink to thee , and be not a- fraid . 2 Pren . Be merry , Peter , and fear not thy mafter ; fight for the credit of the prentices ...
... Arm . Let it come , i ' faith , and I'll pledge you all and a fig for Peter . 1 Pren . Here , Peter , I drink to thee , and be not a- fraid . 2 Pren . Be merry , Peter , and fear not thy mafter ; fight for the credit of the prentices ...
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againſt Anne art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doft doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Grace gracious Haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highnefs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtand Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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Page 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Page 328 - 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 119 - 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 193 - 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 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O 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 119 - 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 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.