The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Volume 8 |
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Page 330
... she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with defire , Will coaft my crown ; and like an empty eagle , Tire on the flesh of me and of my fon ! -The lofs of those three lords torments my heart ; I'll write unto them ...
... she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with defire , Will coaft my crown ; and like an empty eagle , Tire on the flesh of me and of my fon ! -The lofs of those three lords torments my heart ; I'll write unto them ...
Page 332
... She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord . YORK . Ay , with my fword . What ! think'ft thou that we fear them ? · Edward and Richard you fhall stay with me ; My brother Montague shall post to ...
... She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord . YORK . Ay , with my fword . What ! think'ft thou that we fear them ? · Edward and Richard you fhall stay with me ; My brother Montague shall post to ...
Page 333
... She fhall not need , we'll meet her in the field . YORK . What , with five thousand men ? RICH . Ay , with five hundred , father , for a need . woman's general ; what should we fear ? [ A march afar off . EDW . I hear their drums ...
... She fhall not need , we'll meet her in the field . YORK . What , with five thousand men ? RICH . Ay , with five hundred , father , for a need . woman's general ; what should we fear ? [ A march afar off . EDW . I hear their drums ...
Page 339
... She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whofe tongue more poifons than the adder's tooth ! How ill befeeming is it in thy fex To triumph , like an Amazonian trull , Upon their woes , whom fortune captivates But that thy ...
... She - wolf of France , but worse than wolves of France , Whofe tongue more poifons than the adder's tooth ! How ill befeeming is it in thy fex To triumph , like an Amazonian trull , Upon their woes , whom fortune captivates But that thy ...
Page 344
... she break from hence , that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ! For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never , fhall I fee more joy . RICH . I cannot weep ; for all my body's moisture Scarce ferves to ...
... she break from hence , that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ! For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never , fhall I fee more joy . RICH . I cannot weep ; for all my body's moisture Scarce ferves to ...
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Page 422 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 353 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 537 - 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 354 - 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 448 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 416 - I have no brother, I am like no brother, And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Page 422 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...