The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 1542
... these thy Sons , Thy Kinmen , and thy Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that instead of words I fend thee , Warwick , such a Messenger , As shall revenge his ...
... these thy Sons , Thy Kinmen , and thy Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that instead of words I fend thee , Warwick , such a Messenger , As shall revenge his ...
Page 1544
... these Articles . North . Nor I. Clif . Come Coufir , let us tell the Queen these News . West . Farewel , faint - hearted and degenerate King , In whose cold Blood no spark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the House of York ...
... these Articles . North . Nor I. Clif . Come Coufir , let us tell the Queen these News . West . Farewel , faint - hearted and degenerate King , In whose cold Blood no spark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the House of York ...
Page 1554
... these Wounds , to seek out thee . [ Dies . Queen . Off with his Head , and set it on York Gates , So York may overlook the Town of York . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE Ι . A March . Enter Edward , Richard , and their Power . Edw . I Wonder ...
... these Wounds , to seek out thee . [ Dies . Queen . Off with his Head , and set it on York Gates , So York may overlook the Town of York . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE Ι . A March . Enter Edward , Richard , and their Power . Edw . I Wonder ...
Page 1568
... these bloody marks : And no more words , ' till they have flow'd their fill . K. Henry . O piteous spectacle ! O bloody times ! Whiles Lions War , and Battel for their Dens , Poor harmless Lambs abide their Enmity . Weep , wretched Man ...
... these bloody marks : And no more words , ' till they have flow'd their fill . K. Henry . O piteous spectacle ! O bloody times ! Whiles Lions War , and Battel for their Dens , Poor harmless Lambs abide their Enmity . Weep , wretched Man ...
Page 1569
... These Arms of mine shall be thy winding - theet , My heart , sweet Boy , shall be thy Sepulcher , For from my Heart thine Image ne'er shall go . My fighing Breast shall be thy Funeral Bell : And so obsequious will thy Father be , Sad ...
... These Arms of mine shall be thy winding - theet , My heart , sweet Boy , shall be thy Sepulcher , For from my Heart thine Image ne'er shall go . My fighing Breast shall be thy Funeral Bell : And so obsequious will thy Father be , Sad ...
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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...