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 321
... Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breaft , Charg'd our main battle's front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers ...
... Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat , Chear'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breaft , Charg'd our main battle's front ; and , breaking in , Were by the fwords of common foldiers ...
Page 322
... parliament shall this be call'd , Unless Plantagenet , duke of York , be king ; And bafhful Henry depos'd ; whose cowardife Hath made us by - words to our enemies . YORK . Then leave me not ; my lords , 322 THE THIRD PART OF.
... parliament shall this be call'd , Unless Plantagenet , duke of York , be king ; And bafhful Henry depos'd ; whose cowardife Hath made us by - words to our enemies . YORK . Then leave me not ; my lords , 322 THE THIRD PART OF.
Page 327
... whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the 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 ...
... whose cold blood no spark of honour ' bides . NORTH . Be thou a prey unto the 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 ...
Page 330
... 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 , and intreat them fair ; -Come ...
... 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 , and intreat them fair ; -Come ...
Page 331
... whose circuit is Elyfium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot reft , Until the white rofe that I wear be dy'd Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart . YORK . Richard , enough . I will be ...
... whose circuit is Elyfium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot reft , Until the white rofe that I wear be dy'd Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart . YORK . Richard , enough . I will be ...
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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...