The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 1542
... tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head . Edw . 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 ...
... tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head . Edw . 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 ...
Page 1552
... Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should'st be mad : And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus ; Stamp , rave and fret , that I may fing and dance . Thou would'st be fee'd , I see , to make me ...
... Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should'st be mad : And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus ; Stamp , rave and fret , that I may fing and dance . Thou would'st be fee'd , I see , to make me ...
Page 1553
... Tears are my sweet Rutland's Ofequies , And every drop cries vengeance to his Death , ' Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , false French Woman . North . Beshrew me , but his Paffions move me fo , That hardly can I check mine Eyes ...
... Tears are my sweet Rutland's Ofequies , And every drop cries vengeance to his Death , ' Gainst thee , fell Clifford , and thee , false French Woman . North . Beshrew me , but his Paffions move me fo , That hardly can I check mine Eyes ...
Page 1554
... Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dst in Blood of my sweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'st the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will shed Tears ...
... Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dst in Blood of my sweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'st the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will shed Tears ...
Page 1557
... Tears would quench . To weep , is to make less the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me . Richard , I bear thy Name , I'll venge thy Death , Or die renowned by attempting it . Edw . His Name that valiant Duke ...
... Tears would quench . To weep , is to make less the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me . Richard , I bear thy Name , I'll venge thy Death , Or die renowned by attempting it . Edw . His Name that valiant Duke ...
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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...
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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.
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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...