The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 5 |
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... eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father , and fhe fent over of the King of ...
... eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine fhall be releafed and delivered to the King her father , and fhe fent over of the King of ...
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... eyes no tears . Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both , Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities , that I got with wounds , Deliver'd up again with peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be ...
... eyes no tears . Anjou and Maine ! myself did win them both , Thofe provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities , that I got with wounds , Deliver'd up again with peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be ...
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... plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? Gazing KING HENRY VI .
... plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? Gazing KING HENRY VI .
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... eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown , the treasure of thy heart , For flying at the brock . ] The Falconer's term for hawking at water - fowl . 5 The wind was very high , And , ten to one , old Joan bad not gone cut . ] I am told by ...
... eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown , the treasure of thy heart , For flying at the brock . ] The Falconer's term for hawking at water - fowl . 5 The wind was very high , And , ten to one , old Joan bad not gone cut . ] I am told by ...
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... eyes - wink now - now open them- In my opinion , yet , thou fee'ft , not well . Simp . Yes , mafter , clear as day ; I thank God and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'st thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , mafter , red as ...
... eyes - wink now - now open them- In my opinion , yet , thou fee'ft , not well . Simp . Yes , mafter , clear as day ; I thank God and Saint Alban . Glo . Say'st thou me fo ? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp . Red , mafter , red as ...
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Afide againſt Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal cauſe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear feems fenfe fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf honour Houſe Jack Cade King Henry King's lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerſet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand unto WARBURTON Warwick whofe wife words
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Page 243 - 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 156 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Page 452 - 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 417 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 455 - 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 455 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 452 - 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 464 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting— Which was a sin— yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
Page 230 - 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 456 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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...