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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... heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou hast giv'n me in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul , If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . 2. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious The mutual conf'rence ...
... heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou hast giv'n me in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul , If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . 2. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious The mutual conf'rence ...
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... heart's content . Lords , with one chearful voice welcome my love . All kneel . Long live Queen Marg'ret , England's happiness ! [ Flourish . 2. Mar. We thank you all . Suf . My Lord Protector , so it please your Grace , Here are the ...
... heart's content . Lords , with one chearful voice welcome my love . All kneel . Long live Queen Marg'ret , England's happiness ! [ Flourish . 2. Mar. We thank you all . Suf . My Lord Protector , so it please your Grace , Here are the ...
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... heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King Henry gives away his own , To match with her that brings no vantages . Glo ...
... heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King Henry gives away his own , To match with her that brings no vantages . Glo ...
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William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. And stol'st away the ladies ' hearts of France ; I thought King Henry had ... heart the fcorns our poverty . Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? Contemptuous , base - born callot , as she is ...
William Shakespeare Hugh Blair. And stol'st away the ladies ' hearts of France ; I thought King Henry had ... heart the fcorns our poverty . Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ? Contemptuous , base - born callot , as she is ...
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... heart ! - Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight , or elfe be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon , and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerset , we'll fee thee sent away . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE ...
... heart ! - Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight , or elfe be hang'd . K. Henry . Away with them to prifon , and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month . Come , Somerset , we'll fee thee sent away . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE ...
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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.