The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus |
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Because they speak no English , thus they pray ' d To tell your grace ; That ,
having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet
here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But
leave ...
Because they speak no English , thus they pray ' d To tell your grace ; That ,
having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet
here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But
leave ...
Page 71
Then , that you have sent innumerable substance ( By what means got , I leave to
your own conscience ) , To furnish Rome , and to prepare the ways You have for
dignities ; to the mere * undoing Of all the kingdom . Many more there are ...
Then , that you have sent innumerable substance ( By what means got , I leave to
your own conscience ) , To furnish Rome , and to prepare the ways You have for
dignities ; to the mere * undoing Of all the kingdom . Many more there are ...
Page 84
... and holdeth up her hands to heaven : and so in their dancing they vanish ,
carrying the garland with them . The musick continues . Kuth . Spirits of peace ,
where are ye ? Are ye all gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye
?
... and holdeth up her hands to heaven : and so in their dancing they vanish ,
carrying the garland with them . The musick continues . Kuth . Spirits of peace ,
where are ye ? Are ye all gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye
?
Page 107
Nor * shall this peace sleep with her : But as when The bird of wonder dies , the
maiden phonix , Her ashes new create another heir , As great in admiration as
herself ; So shall she leave her blessedness to one , ( When Heaven shall call
her ...
Nor * shall this peace sleep with her : But as when The bird of wonder dies , the
maiden phonix , Her ashes new create another heir , As great in admiration as
herself ; So shall she leave her blessedness to one , ( When Heaven shall call
her ...
Page 168
For this time will I take my leave , my lord , Tro . Your leave , sweet Cressid ? Pan
. Leave ! an you take leave till to - morrow morning , Cres . Pray you , content you
. Tro . What offends you , lady ? Cres . Sir , mine own company . Tro .
For this time will I take my leave , my lord , Tro . Your leave , sweet Cressid ? Pan
. Leave ! an you take leave till to - morrow morning , Cres . Pray you , content you
. Tro . What offends you , lady ? Cres . Sir , mine own company . Tro .
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Page 175 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Page 283 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 72 - 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 132 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 72 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 106 - 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 neighbours.
Page 175 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 74 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 403 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Page 427 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus Volume 6 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
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