The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... these known evils , but to give n By circumstance , to curfe thy curfed Glo . Fairer than tongue can name Some patient leisure to excuse myself Anne . Fouler than heart can th make No excuse current , but to hang thys Gio . By fuch ...
... these known evils , but to give n By circumstance , to curfe thy curfed Glo . Fairer than tongue can name Some patient leisure to excuse myself Anne . Fouler than heart can th make No excuse current , but to hang thys Gio . By fuch ...
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... these forrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never fu'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart ...
... these forrows could not thence exhale , Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with weeping . I never fu'd to friend , nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is propos'd my fee , My proud heart ...
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... these fad designs To him that hath more caufe to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place : Where - after I have folemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , I ...
... these fad designs To him that hath more caufe to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place : Where - after I have folemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , I ...
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... these vile suspects . may deny that you were not the caufe Hastings ' late imprisonment . may , my lord ; for may , lord Rivers ? -why , who knows not fo ? more , fir , than denying that : you to many fair preferments ; eny her aiding ...
... these vile suspects . may deny that you were not the caufe Hastings ' late imprisonment . may , my lord ; for may , lord Rivers ? -why , who knows not fo ? more , fir , than denying that : you to many fair preferments ; eny her aiding ...
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... these fecrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought , I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghoft : but ftill the envious flood Kept in my foul , and would not let it forth To feek the empty , vaft , and wand'ring air ; But fmother'd it ...
... these fecrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought , I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghoft : but ftill the envious flood Kept in my foul , and would not let it forth To feek the empty , vaft , and wand'ring air ; But fmother'd it ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſeech beſt bleſſed blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal Cateſby cauſe Cham Clarence cloſe confcience counſel Crom curſe death doſt doth Duch duke Edward Eliz elſe Enter Exeunt Exit falſe fear firſt Flav fome fool forrow foul friends fuch Gent give grace Haſtings hath hear heart heaven highneſs honeſt honour horſe Kath KING HENRY VIII KING RICHARD KING RICHARD III king's lady laſt live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordſhip Lucullus madam maſter moſt Murd muſt myſelf noble o'the perſon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince queen reſt Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſend ſent ſervice ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſubject ſuch ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art TIMON OF ATHENS unto uſe whoſe witneſs
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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.