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
... house of Lancaster ufurps , I vow by heav'n , these eyes fhall never close . This is the palace of that fearful king , And this the regal feat ; poffefs it , York ; For this is thine , and not king Henry's heirs ' . YORK . Affift me ...
... house of Lancaster ufurps , I vow by heav'n , these eyes fhall never close . This is the palace of that fearful king , And this the regal feat ; poffefs it , York ; For this is thine , and not king Henry's heirs ' . YORK . Affift me ...
Page 323
... their beck ? EXE . But when the duke is flain they'll quickly fly . K. HEN . Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart , To make a shambles of the parliament - house . Y 2 KING HENRY VI . 323 YORK. Then leave me not; my lords, ...
... their beck ? EXE . But when the duke is flain they'll quickly fly . K. HEN . Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart , To make a shambles of the parliament - house . Y 2 KING HENRY VI . 323 YORK. Then leave me not; my lords, ...
Page 324
... house shall rue it . WEST . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy fons , Thy kinsmen 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 , inftead of words , I fend ...
... house shall rue it . WEST . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy fons , Thy kinsmen 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 , inftead of words , I fend ...
Page 327
... house of York : And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! CLIF . In dreadful war may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in peace abandon'd and defpis'd ! - [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . SCENE III . WAR . Turn this way , Henry , and regard ...
... house of York : And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! CLIF . In dreadful war may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in peace abandon'd and defpis'd ! - [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . SCENE III . WAR . Turn this way , Henry , and regard ...
Page 329
... house of York fuch head As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and's heirs unto the crown , What is it but to make thy fepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of ...
... house of York fuch head As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and's heirs unto the crown , What is it but to make thy fepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of ...
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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...