King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... father ? 16 A mew was a place in which falcons were kept ; and being confined therein , while moulting , was metaphorically used for any close place or places of confinement . The verb to mew was formed from the substantive . Thus in ...
... father ? 16 A mew was a place in which falcons were kept ; and being confined therein , while moulting , was metaphorically used for any close place or places of confinement . The verb to mew was formed from the substantive . Thus in ...
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... father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I run before my horse to market : Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives , and reigns ...
... father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I run before my horse to market : Clarence still breathes ; Edward still lives , and reigns ...
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... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
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... 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 ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
... 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 ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
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... father War- wick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed " , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were ...
... father War- wick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown : And , for his meed " , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were ...
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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 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 honours 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 338 - 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 303 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 260 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 152 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page 398 - 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 7 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 8 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...