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 322
... comes , offer him no violence ; Unless he feeks to thrust you out by force . YORK . The queen this day here holds her parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her council ; By words or blows here let us win our right . RICH . Arm'd ...
... comes , offer him no violence ; Unless he feeks to thrust you out by force . YORK . The queen this day here holds her parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her council ; By words or blows here let us win our right . RICH . Arm'd ...
Page 324
... come down : he made thee duke of York . YORK . ' Twas my inheritance , as the kingdom is . EXE . Thy father was a traitor to the crown . WAR . Exeter , thou art a traitor to the crown , In following this ufurping Henry . CLIF . Whom ...
... come down : he made thee duke of York . YORK . ' Twas my inheritance , as the kingdom is . EXE . Thy father was a traitor to the crown . WAR . Exeter , thou art a traitor to the crown , In following this ufurping Henry . CLIF . Whom ...
Page 327
... Come , coufin , let us tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of York : And die in bands for this ...
... Come , coufin , let us tell the queen these news . WEST . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the house of York : And die in bands for this ...
Page 328
... come down . YORK . Farewel , my gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep London with my foldiers . NOR ... comes the queen , whofe looks bewray her anger . I'll fteal away . K. HEN . So , Exeter , will I. [ Going . QUEEN ...
... come down . YORK . Farewel , my gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep London with my foldiers . NOR ... comes the queen , whofe looks bewray her anger . I'll fteal away . K. HEN . So , Exeter , will I. [ Going . QUEEN ...
Page 330
... come , fon , let's away ; Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. HEN . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . QUEEN . Thou haft fpoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. HEN . Gentle fon , Edward , thou wilt stay with ...
... come , fon , let's away ; Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. HEN . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . QUEEN . Thou haft fpoke too much already ; get thee gone . K. HEN . Gentle fon , Edward , thou wilt stay with ...
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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...