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Page 86
How does his highness ? Cap . Madam , in good health , Kath . So may he ever
do ! and ever flourish , When I shall dwell with worms , and my poor name Banish
' d the kingdom ! - - Patience , is that letter , I caus ' d you write , yet sent away ?
How does his highness ? Cap . Madam , in good health , Kath . So may he ever
do ! and ever flourish , When I shall dwell with worms , and my poor name Banish
' d the kingdom ! - - Patience , is that letter , I caus ' d you write , yet sent away ?
Page 184
Alas , poor wretch ! a poor capocchiat ! - - hast not slept to . night ? would he not ,
a uaughty man , let it sleep ? a bugbear take him ! [ Knocking . Cres . Did I not tell
you ? - ' would he were knock ' d o ' the head !Who ' s that at door ? good uncle ...
Alas , poor wretch ! a poor capocchiat ! - - hast not slept to . night ? would he not ,
a uaughty man , let it sleep ? a bugbear take him ! [ Knocking . Cres . Did I not tell
you ? - ' would he were knock ' d o ' the head !Who ' s that at door ? good uncle ...
Page 283
As we do turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So bis
familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him ,
Like empty purses pick ' d : and his poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With
his ...
As we do turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So bis
familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him ,
Like empty purses pick ' d : and his poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With
his ...
Page 293
If thou wilt curse , - thy father , that poor rag , Must be thy subject ; who , in spite ,
put stuff To some she beggar , and compounded thee * i . e . Arrives sooner at the
completion of its wishes . + By his voice , sentence . From infancy . The cold ...
If thou wilt curse , - thy father , that poor rag , Must be thy subject ; who , in spite ,
put stuff To some she beggar , and compounded thee * i . e . Arrives sooner at the
completion of its wishes . + By his voice , sentence . From infancy . The cold ...
Page 300
Timon comes forward from his cave . Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you
forgot me , sir ? Tim . Why dost ask that ? I have forgot all men ; Then , if thou
grant ' st thou ' rt man , I have forgot thee . Flav . An honest poor servant of yours .
Timon comes forward from his cave . Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you
forgot me , sir ? Tim . Why dost ask that ? I have forgot all men ; Then , if thou
grant ' st thou ' rt man , I have forgot thee . Flav . An honest poor servant of yours .
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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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