The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]., Volume 5 |
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... Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou still be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to disgrace's feet ? Away Away from me ...
... Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou still be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to disgrace's feet ? Away Away from me ...
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... realm Have been as bondmen to thy sov'reignty . Car . The commons haft thou rack'd ; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . Som . Thy sumptuous buildings , and thy wife's attire 16 Act 1 . THE SECOND PART OF.
... realm Have been as bondmen to thy sov'reignty . Car . The commons haft thou rack'd ; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . Som . Thy sumptuous buildings , and thy wife's attire 16 Act 1 . THE SECOND PART OF.
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... haft thou been long blind , and now restor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . 1 Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your Worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou ...
... haft thou been long blind , and now restor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . 1 Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your Worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou ...
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... haft thou waited at my cup , Fed from my trencher , kneel'd down at the board , When I have feasted with Queen Margaret ? Remember it , and let it make thee crest - fall'n ; Ay , and allay this thy abortive pride . How in our voiding ...
... haft thou waited at my cup , Fed from my trencher , kneel'd down at the board , When I have feasted with Queen Margaret ? Remember it , and let it make thee crest - fall'n ; Ay , and allay this thy abortive pride . How in our voiding ...
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... haft thou a mark to thyself like an honest plain - dealing man ? Clerk . Sir , I thank God , I have been so well brought up that I can write my name . All . He hath confefs'd ; away with him ; he's a vil- lain and a traitor . Cade ...
... haft thou a mark to thyself like an honest plain - dealing man ? Clerk . Sir , I thank God , I have been so well brought up that I can write my name . All . He hath confefs'd ; away with him ; he's a vil- lain and a traitor . Cade ...
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Page 178 - 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 168 - 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 322 - 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 324 - 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 329 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 165 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Page 296 - 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 64 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 117 - 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 330 - 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.