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Methought , I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost : but still the envious
flood Kept in my soul , and would not let it forth To seek the empty , vast “ , and
wand'ring air ; But smother'd it within my panting bulk " , Which almost burst to
belch ...
Methought , I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost : but still the envious
flood Kept in my soul , and would not let it forth To seek the empty , vast “ , and
wand'ring air ; But smother'd it within my panting bulk " , Which almost burst to
belch ...
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Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his
victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought
of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster think on this , and he will weep . 1 Murd .
Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his
victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought
of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster think on this , and he will weep . 1 Murd .
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Lo , ere I can repeat this curse again , Even in so short a space , my woman's
heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words , And prov'd the subject of mine
own soul's curse : Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest ; For never yet
one ...
Lo , ere I can repeat this curse again , Even in so short a space , my woman's
heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words , And prov'd the subject of mine
own soul's curse : Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest ; For never yet
one ...
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Even all I have ; ay , and myself and all , Will I withal endow a child of thine ; So in
the Lethe of thy angry soul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs ,
Which , thou supposest , I have done to thee . Q. Eliz . Be brief , lest that the ...
Even all I have ; ay , and myself and all , Will I withal endow a child of thine ; So in
the Lethe of thy angry soul Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs ,
Which , thou supposest , I have done to thee . Q. Eliz . Be brief , lest that the ...
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Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To King RICHARD . I , that was wash'd
to death with fulsome 19 wine , Poor Clarence , by thy guile betray'd to death ! To
- morrow in the battle think on me , And fall20 thy edgeless sword ; Despair ...
Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To King RICHARD . I , that was wash'd
to death with fulsome 19 wine , Poor Clarence , by thy guile betray'd to death ! To
- morrow in the battle think on me , And fall20 thy edgeless sword ; Despair ...
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Achilles Agam Ajax Anne appears arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cardinal cause Clarence comes Cres daughter death doth duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight friends Gent gentle give grace hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector highness Holinshed honour hope hour I'll keep King Henry king's lady leave live look lord madam married matter means mind Murd never night noble once peace person play poor pray present prince queen Rich Richard Richmond SCENE Shakspeare soul speak stand sweet tell tent thank thee Ther thing Thomas thou thought Troilus Troy true truth Ulyss York young
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Page 257 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 153 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 336 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Page 257 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors 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.
Page 40 - 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 396 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Page 251 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 259 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Page 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 152 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida Volume 7 of The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Illustrated by | Thomas Stothard |
| Publisher | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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