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Exit HASTINGS , He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd
with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With
lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent ...
Exit HASTINGS , He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd
with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With
lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent ...
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Because I cannot flatter , and speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive ,
and cog , Duck with French nods and apith courtesy , I must be held a rancorous
enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth ...
Because I cannot flatter , and speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive ,
and cog , Duck with French nods and apith courtesy , I must be held a rancorous
enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth ...
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Norfolk , we must have knocks ; Ha ! must we not ? Nor . We must both give and
take , my loving lord . K. Rich . Up with my tent : Here will I lie to - night ; [ Soldiers
begin to set up the king's tent . But where , to - morrow ? -Well , all's one for that .
Norfolk , we must have knocks ; Ha ! must we not ? Nor . We must both give and
take , my loving lord . K. Rich . Up with my tent : Here will I lie to - night ; [ Soldiers
begin to set up the king's tent . But where , to - morrow ? -Well , all's one for that .
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And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit : I love , and honour
him ; But must not break my back , to heal his finger : Immediate are my needs ;
and my relief Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words , But find supply ...
And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit : I love , and honour
him ; But must not break my back , to heal his finger : Immediate are my needs ;
and my relief Must not be toss'd and turn'd to me in words , But find supply ...
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And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would have put
my wealth into donation , And the best half should have return'd to him , So much
I love his heart : But , I perceive , Men must learn now with .pity to dispense ; For ...
And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would have put
my wealth into donation , And the best half should have return'd to him , So much
I love his heart : But , I perceive , Men must learn now with .pity to dispense ; For ...
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Page 71 - 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 69 - 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...
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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 68 - 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 68 - 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.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens Volume 8 of The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Bensley, 1799 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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