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Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If you speak truth , for their
poor mistress ' fake ; Believe me , she has had much wrong : Lord cardinal , The
willing'ft sin I ever yet committed , May be absolv'd in English . Wol . Noble lady ...
Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If you speak truth , for their
poor mistress ' fake ; Believe me , she has had much wrong : Lord cardinal , The
willing'ft sin I ever yet committed , May be absolv'd in English . Wol . Noble lady ...
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Nor . Those articles , my lord , are in the king's hand : . But , thus much , they are
foul ones . Wol . So much fairer , And spotless , fall mine innocence arise , When
the king knows my truth . Sur , This cannot save you : 3 I thank I thank my memory
...
Nor . Those articles , my lord , are in the king's hand : . But , thus much , they are
foul ones . Wol . So much fairer , And spotless , fall mine innocence arise , When
the king knows my truth . Sur , This cannot save you : 3 I thank I thank my memory
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Thank you , good lord archbishop : What is her name ? Cran . Elizabeth . K. Hen .
Stand [ The King kises the child . With this kiss take , my blessing : God protect
thee ! Into whose hand I give thy life . Cran . Amen . K. Hen . My noble gossips ,
ye ...
Thank you , good lord archbishop : What is her name ? Cran . Elizabeth . K. Hen .
Stand [ The King kises the child . With this kiss take , my blessing : God protect
thee ! Into whose hand I give thy life . Cran . Amen . K. Hen . My noble gossips ,
ye ...
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I thank ye all ,, To you , my good lord mayor , And your good brethren , I am much
beholden ; I have receiv'd much honour by your presence , And ye shall find me
thankful . Lead the way , lords ;Ye must all see the queen , and she must thank ...
I thank ye all ,, To you , my good lord mayor , And your good brethren , I am much
beholden ; I have receiv'd much honour by your presence , And ye shall find me
thankful . Lead the way , lords ;Ye must all see the queen , and she must thank ...
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Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may That state or fortune fall into my
keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian . Poet .
Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordfhip ! Tim . I thank you ; you shall
hear from ...
Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may That state or fortune fall into my
keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian . Poet .
Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordfhip ! Tim . I thank you ; you shall
hear from ...
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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...
Page 71 - 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 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.
Bibliographic information
| 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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