The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Page 143
... Clar . I fear her not , unless the chance to fall . Glo . God forbid That ! for he'll take vantages . K. Edw . How many children haft thou , widow ? tell me . Clar . I think , he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then ...
... Clar . I fear her not , unless the chance to fall . Glo . God forbid That ! for he'll take vantages . K. Edw . How many children haft thou , widow ? tell me . Clar . I think , he means to beg a child of her . Glo . Nay , whip me then ...
Page 144
... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her wax muft melt . Gray . Why ftops my lord ? fhall I not hear my task ? K. Edw . An eafie task , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a Subject . K. Edw . Why then ...
... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her wax muft melt . Gray . Why ftops my lord ? fhall I not hear my task ? K. Edw . An eafie task , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a Subject . K. Edw . Why then ...
Page 145
... Clar . He is the bluntest wooer in Chriftendom . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty . Her words do ... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Edw . Brothers , you mufe what Chat we two have had . Glo ...
... Clar . He is the bluntest wooer in Chriftendom . K. Edw . Her looks do argue her replete with modefty . Her words do ... Clar . When he was made a fhriver , ' twas for fhift . K. Edw . Brothers , you mufe what Chat we two have had . Glo ...
Page 146
... Clar . To whom , my lord ? K. Edw . Why , Clarence , to Glo . That would be ten days ' Clar . That's a day longer than Glo . By fo much is the Wonde K. Edw . Well , jeft on , Broth both , Her fuit is granted for her husband Enter a ...
... Clar . To whom , my lord ? K. Edw . Why , Clarence , to Glo . That would be ten days ' Clar . That's a day longer than Glo . By fo much is the Wonde K. Edw . Well , jeft on , Broth both , Her fuit is granted for her husband Enter a ...
Page 156
... Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you ftand penfive , as half malecontent ? Clar . As well as Lewis of France , or th ' Earl of Warwick , Which are fo weak ...
... Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you ftand penfive , as half malecontent ? Clar . As well as Lewis of France , or th ' Earl of Warwick , Which are fo weak ...
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Page 336 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 368 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 366 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 190 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 190 - 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, 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 200 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Page 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 366 - 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.
Page 375 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...