The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volume 5H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... these labours and thefe honours die ? Shall Henry's conqueft , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counfel die ! O Peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your ...
... these labours and thefe honours die ? Shall Henry's conqueft , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counfel die ! O Peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your ...
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... these tedious ftumbling - blocks ; And smooth my way upon their headless necks . And being a woman , I will not be flack To play my part in fortune's pageant . Where are you there ? Sir John ; nay , fear not , man , We are alone ...
... these tedious ftumbling - blocks ; And smooth my way upon their headless necks . And being a woman , I will not be flack To play my part in fortune's pageant . Where are you there ? Sir John ; nay , fear not , man , We are alone ...
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... Q. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beauford Th ' imperious churchman ; Somerfet , Buckingham , And grumbling York ; and not the least of these But But can do more in England , than the King King HENRY VI . 17.
... Q. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beauford Th ' imperious churchman ; Somerfet , Buckingham , And grumbling York ; and not the least of these But But can do more in England , than the King King HENRY VI . 17.
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... these , that can do most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevils ; Salifo'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . Q. Mar. Not all thefe Lords do vex me half so much , As that proud dame , the Lord Protector's wife : She sweeps ...
... these , that can do most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevils ; Salifo'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . Q. Mar. Not all thefe Lords do vex me half so much , As that proud dame , the Lord Protector's wife : She sweeps ...
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... these ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his master of high treafon : His words were these ; " that Richard Duke of York " Was rightful heir unto the English crown ; : " And that your Majefty was an ...
... these ? Suf . Please it your Majefty , this is the man , That doth accufe his master of high treafon : His words were these ; " that Richard Duke of York " Was rightful heir unto the English crown ; : " And that your Majefty was an ...
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Page 365 - 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 131 - 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 215 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 215 - 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 131 - 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 131 - 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...
Page 365 - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 333 - 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 192 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; 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 214 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.