The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... speak . War . The Cardinal's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , fon ; and fhew some reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould ...
... speak . War . The Cardinal's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , fon ; and fhew some reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould ...
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... speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my Lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have ...
... speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my Lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have ...
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... speak . [ Exit Gloucefter , Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me : my joy is death ; Death , at whofe name I cft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee ...
... speak . [ Exit Gloucefter , Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me : my joy is death ; Death , at whofe name I cft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee ...
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... speak my mind , I think I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchefs , by his fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to thofe faults , Yet the repeating of his high defcent As next the ...
... speak my mind , I think I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchefs , by his fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to thofe faults , Yet the repeating of his high defcent As next the ...
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... speak . Buck . He'll wreft the fenfe , and hold us here all day . Lord Cardinal , he is your prifoner . Car . Sirs , take away the Duke , and guard him fure . Glou . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch Before his legs be firm to ...
... speak . Buck . He'll wreft the fenfe , and hold us here all day . Lord Cardinal , he is your prifoner . Car . Sirs , take away the Duke , and guard him fure . Glou . Ah , thus King Henry throws away his crutch Before his legs be firm to ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thouſand thy felf unto Warwick Whofe wife
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Page 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Page 304 - 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 176 - 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 122 - 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 170 - 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.
Page 122 - 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...
Page 331 - Why, well; 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.
Page 330 - 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 332 - 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...