The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . Norf . We'll all assist you ; he that flies shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by memy Lords , And Soldiers stay and lodge by me this Night . They go up ...
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . Norf . We'll all assist you ; he that flies shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by memy Lords , And Soldiers stay and lodge by me this Night . They go up ...
Page 1542
... Sweet Father do so , set it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov'st and honourest Arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavelling thus . fly . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will York . Sons , Peace . K ...
... Sweet Father do so , set it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov'st and honourest Arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavelling thus . fly . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will York . Sons , Peace . K ...
Page 1545
... sweet Son ; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ? art thou King , and wilt be forc'd ? I shame to hear thee speak ; ah timorous Wretch ! Thou haft undone thy felf , thy Son , and me , And given unto the ...
... sweet Son ; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ? art thou King , and wilt be forc'd ? I shame to hear thee speak ; ah timorous Wretch ! Thou haft undone thy felf , thy Son , and me , And given unto the ...
Page 1547
... sweet a thing it is to wear a Crown , Within whose Circuit is Elysium , And all that Poets feign of Bliss and Joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest , Until the white Rose that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm Blood of Henry's ...
... sweet a thing it is to wear a Crown , Within whose Circuit is Elysium , And all that Poets feign of Bliss and Joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest , Until the white Rose that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm Blood of Henry's ...
Page 1549
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain thou speak'st , poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath stopt the passage Where thy Words should ...
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain thou speak'st , poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath stopt the passage Where thy Words should ...
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Page 1630 - 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, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Page 1777 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Page 1824 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Page 1784 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Page 1777 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 1783 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page 1567 - 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 1998 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Page 1749 - 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 1620 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...