The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... 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.
... 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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... woful bani Could all but answer for that peevish b Can curfes pierce the clouds , and ente Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my Though not by war , by furfeit die you C 3 any lengthen'd hours of grief , other , wife ,
... woful bani Could all but answer for that peevish b Can curfes pierce the clouds , and ente Why , then give way , dull clouds , to my Though not by war , by furfeit die you C 3 any lengthen'd hours of grief , other , wife ,
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William Shakespeare. any lengthen'd hours of grief , other , wife , nor England's queen ! - Dorfet , -you were ftanders by , - hou , lord Hastings , —when my fon with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , you may live your natural unlook'd ...
William Shakespeare. any lengthen'd hours of grief , other , wife , nor England's queen ! - Dorfet , -you were ftanders by , - hou , lord Hastings , —when my fon with bloody daggers ; God , I pray him , you may live your natural unlook'd ...
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... hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; And , for unfelt imaginations , They often feel a world of restlefs cares : So that ...
... hours , Makes the night morning , and the noon - tide night . Princes have but their titles for their glories , An outward honour for an inward toil ; And , for unfelt imaginations , They often feel a world of restlefs cares : So that ...
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... bloods , ou know'ft , unjustly must be fpilt ! hafte , the hour of death is expiate . e , Grey , -come , Vaughan , -let us here em- ce : til we meet again in heaven . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE IV . London . A Room in the Tower.
... bloods , ou know'ft , unjustly must be fpilt ! hafte , the hour of death is expiate . e , Grey , -come , Vaughan , -let us here em- ce : til we meet again in heaven . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE IV . London . A Room in the Tower.
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againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt flain Flav fleep fome fool forrow foul fpirit friends fuch Gent Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam maſter Moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince promiſe queen Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe yourſelf
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Page 67 - 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 65 - 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 12 - 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 67 - 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 27 - 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 64 - 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 26 - 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 64 - 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.