The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... did haunt me in my fleep , e the death of all the world , ve one hour in your sweet bofom . thought that , I tell thee , homicide , hould rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . Glo . Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck.
... did haunt me in my fleep , e the death of all the world , ve one hour in your sweet bofom . thought that , I tell thee , homicide , hould rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . Glo . Thefe eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck.
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... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my fight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , fweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were bafilifks , to ftrike thee dead ! Glo . I would ...
... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my fight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , fweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were bafilifks , to ftrike thee dead ! Glo . I would ...
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... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart fues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks fcornfully at him . Teach not thy lip fuch fcorn ; for it was made For kiffing , lady , not for fuch ...
... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart fues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks fcornfully at him . Teach not thy lip fuch fcorn ; for it was made For kiffing , lady , not for fuch ...
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... sweet flowers are flow , and weeds make hafte . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the faying did not hold In him that did object the fame to thee : He was the wretched'ft thing , when he was young , So long a growing , and fo ...
... sweet flowers are flow , and weeds make hafte . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the faying did not hold In him that did object the fame to thee : He was the wretched'ft thing , when he was young , So long a growing , and fo ...
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... sweet sleep's disturbers , Are they that I would have thee deal upon : Tyrrel , I mean those bastards in the Tower . Tyr . Let me have open means to come to them , And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them . K. Rich . Thou fing'st sweet ...
... sweet sleep's disturbers , Are they that I would have thee deal upon : Tyrrel , I mean those bastards in the Tower . Tyr . Let me have open means to come to them , And foon I'll rid you from the fear of them . K. Rich . Thou fing'st sweet ...
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Page 69 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 67 - 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 2 - 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 14 - 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 69 - 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...
Page 29 - 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 1 - 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...
Page 66 - 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 28 - 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.
Page 66 - 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.