The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... bear him like a noble gentleman : Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common ...
... bear him like a noble gentleman : Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o'th ' church , As ftout and proud as he were lord of all , Swear like a ruffian , and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common ...
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... Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt , Unto the prince's heart of Calydon . Anjou and Maine , both giv'n unto the French ! Cold news for me : for I had hope of France , Ev'n as I have of ...
... Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatal brand Althea burnt , Unto the prince's heart of Calydon . Anjou and Maine , both giv'n unto the French ! Cold news for me : for I had hope of France , Ev'n as I have of ...
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... bears this bafe and humble mind . Were I a man , a Duke , and next of blood , I would remove these tedious ftumbling - blocks ; And I 12 The Second Part of King HENRY VI . And William de la Pole firft Duke of Suffolk. ...
... bears this bafe and humble mind . Were I a man , a Duke , and next of blood , I would remove these tedious ftumbling - blocks ; And I 12 The Second Part of King HENRY VI . And William de la Pole firft Duke of Suffolk. ...
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... bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our poverty . Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? Contemptuous , bafe - born , Callot as fhe is , She vaunted ' mongst her minions t'other day , The very train of her ...
... bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our poverty . Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? Contemptuous , bafe - born , Callot as fhe is , She vaunted ' mongst her minions t'other day , The very train of her ...
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... bears his thoughts above his Faulcon's pitch . Glo . My lord , ' tis but a base ignoble mind , That mounts no higher than a bird can foar . Car . I thought as much , he'd be above the clouds . Glo . Ay , my lord Card'nal , how think you ...
... bears his thoughts above his Faulcon's pitch . Glo . My lord , ' tis but a base ignoble mind , That mounts no higher than a bird can foar . Car . I thought as much , he'd be above the clouds . Glo . Ay , my lord Card'nal , how think you ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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Page 136 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Page 379 - 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 376 - 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 136 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 376 - 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 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 136 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain, To sit upon a hill as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 224 - 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 199 - 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.