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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... these labours and these honours die ! Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel , die ? O Peers of England , shameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting ...
... these labours and these honours die ! Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel , die ? O Peers of England , shameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting ...
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... These counties were the keys of Normandy . But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are past recovery . For were there hope to conquer them again , My fword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears ...
... These counties were the keys of Normandy . But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are past recovery . For were there hope to conquer them again , My fword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears ...
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... these conjurations in her brain . They say , a crafty knave does need no broker ; Yet am I Suffolk's and the Cardinal's broker . Hume , if you take not heed , you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves . Well , fo it ...
... these conjurations in her brain . They say , a crafty knave does need no broker ; Yet am I Suffolk's and the Cardinal's broker . Hume , if you take not heed , you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves . Well , fo it ...
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... these But can do more in England than the King . Suf . And he of these that can do most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevills ; Salifb'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . 2. Mar. Not all these Lords do vex me half fo much ...
... these But can do more in England than the King . Suf . And he of these that can do most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevills ; Salifb'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . 2. Mar. Not all these Lords do vex me half fo much ...
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... these ? 1 Suf . Please it your Majesty , this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treafon . His words were these : " That Richard Duke of York * Was rightful heir unto the English crown , " And that your Majesty was an ...
... these ? 1 Suf . Please it your Majesty , this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treafon . His words were these : " That Richard Duke of York * Was rightful heir unto the English crown , " And that your Majesty was an ...
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Anne bear beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Cateſby cauſe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curſe death doſt doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Elean elſe England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falſe father fear fent fight firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul France friends fubject fuch fword Glo'ſter Grace gracious hadit hast Haſtings hath hear heart heav'n honour houſe house of Lancaster house of York Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laſt live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam maſter moſt muſt noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent Prince Queen reaſon reſt Rich Richard ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerset ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch Suffolk ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe unto Warwick whoſe wife
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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.