The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... voice ; and that not pass'd me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am traduc'd by tongues , which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing , -let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place ...
... voice ; and that not pass'd me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am traduc'd by tongues , which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing , -let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place ...
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... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge ...
... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge ...
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... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , tied by blood and favour to her ... voices ; Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , tied by blood and favour to her ... voices ; Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
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... voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours , Or ...
... voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours , Or ...
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... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( 1 ) This scene is above any other part of Shak- speare's tragedies , and perhaps above any scene of any other poet ; tender ...
... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( 1 ) This scene is above any other part of Shak- speare's tragedies , and perhaps above any scene of any other poet ; tender ...
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Page 73 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Page 75 - 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 aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 105 - 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.
Page 75 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Page 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 128 - 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 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Page 76 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 72 - 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 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...