The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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William Shakespeare. Enter the two Murderers . FIRST MURDERER . Ho ! who's here ? 84 BRAKENBURY . What wouldst thou ... SECOND MURDERER . ' Tis better , sir , than to be tedious.- Let him see our commission , and talk no more . 92 [ A ...
William Shakespeare. Enter the two Murderers . FIRST MURDERER . Ho ! who's here ? 84 BRAKENBURY . What wouldst thou ... SECOND MURDERER . ' Tis better , sir , than to be tedious.- Let him see our commission , and talk no more . 92 [ A ...
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... MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . are yet within me . FIRST MURDERER . deed's done . SECOND MURDERER . the reward . FIRST MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . purse . 120 How dost thou feel thyself now ? Some certain dregs of conscience Remember our ...
... MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . are yet within me . FIRST MURDERER . deed's done . SECOND MURDERER . the reward . FIRST MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . purse . 120 How dost thou feel thyself now ? Some certain dregs of conscience Remember our ...
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William Shakespeare. SECOND MURDERER , of him . FIRST MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . O , excellent device ! make a sop Soft ! he wakes . Strike ! 160 FIRST MURDERER . No , we'll reason with him . CLARENCE . Where art thou , keeper ? give ...
William Shakespeare. SECOND MURDERER , of him . FIRST MURDERER . SECOND MURDERER . O , excellent device ! make a sop Soft ! he wakes . Strike ! 160 FIRST MURDERER . No , we'll reason with him . CLARENCE . Where art thou , keeper ? give ...
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... SECOND MURDERER . he hurl on thee , 200 205 And that same vengeance doth For false forswearing and for murder too : Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . FIRST MURDERER . God , 208 And , like a ...
... SECOND MURDERER . he hurl on thee , 200 205 And that same vengeance doth For false forswearing and for murder too : Thou didst receive the sacrament to fight In quarrel of the house of Lancaster . FIRST MURDERER . God , 208 And , like a ...
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... death . 232 236 SECOND MURDERER . You are deceiv'd , your brother Gloucester hates you . CLARENCE . O , no ! he loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Ay , so we will . Tell him , when that our princely father BOTH ...
... death . 232 236 SECOND MURDERER . You are deceiv'd , your brother Gloucester hates you . CLARENCE . O , no ! he loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Ay , so we will . Tell him , when that our princely father BOTH ...
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1H4 iii 2H6 iii ANNE bear beauty blood BRAKENBURY BUCKINGHAM CAMPEIUS cardinal CATESBY CHAMBERLAIN cheeks chor Clarence CRANMER CROMWELL dead dear death DORSET dost doth DUCHESS duke Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair false fear foul friends gentle give GLOUCESTER Grace grief H5 ii hand HASTINGS hate hath hear heart heaven honour John John ii KING HENRY KING RICHARD kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings love's LOVELL Lucrece madam never night noble NORFOLK passion Passionate Pilgrim pity play poem poor pray prince QUEEN ELIZABETH QUEEN KATHARINE QUEEN MARGARET quoth R3 iii RATCLIFF Richmond SCENE SECOND GENTLEMAN Second Impression SECOND MURDERER Shakespeare shalt shame Sir Thomas Lovell Sonnets sorrow soul speak STANLEY SUFFOLK SURREY sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine thou art thought thyself tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis weep WOLSEY
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Page 380 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 395 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 362 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 403 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 202 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 375 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 201 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no...
Page 403 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...
Page 397 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 363 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.