The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; CoriolanusC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... Son to Queen Elizabeth . Earl Rivers , broker to the Queen . Lord Gray , Son to Queen Elizabeth . Earl of Richmond , afterwards King Henry VII . Bishop of Ely . Lord Haftings . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Lord Lovel ...
... Son to Queen Elizabeth . Earl Rivers , broker to the Queen . Lord Gray , Son to Queen Elizabeth . Earl of Richmond , afterwards King Henry VII . Bishop of Ely . Lord Haftings . Sir Thomas Vaughan . Sir Richard Ratcliff . Lord Lovel ...
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... son of hell ! Thou flander of thy mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed iffue of thy father's loins ! rag of honour thou detefted- Thou For where I meant the king by name of bog , I only alluded to his badge the bore . To Lovel's name I ...
... son of hell ! Thou flander of thy mother's heavy womb ! Thou loathed iffue of thy father's loins ! rag of honour thou detefted- Thou For where I meant the king by name of bog , I only alluded to his badge the bore . To Lovel's name I ...
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... Son . Good grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? Dutch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your breaft ? And cry , -O Clarence ! my unhappy fon ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us ...
... Son . Good grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? Dutch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you weep so oft ? and beat your breaft ? And cry , -O Clarence ! my unhappy fon ! Son . Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us ...
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... Son . Think you my uncle did diffemble , grandam ? Dutch . Ay , boy . Son . I cannot think it . Hark ! what noife is this ? Enter the Queen distractedly , Rivers and Dorfet after ber . Queen . Ah ! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep ...
... Son . Think you my uncle did diffemble , grandam ? Dutch . Ay , boy . Son . I cannot think it . Hark ! what noife is this ? Enter the Queen distractedly , Rivers and Dorfet after ber . Queen . Ah ! who fhall hinder me to wail and weep ...
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... Son . Ah ! aunt ! [ To the Queen . ] you wept not for our father's death ; How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Daugh . Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd , Your widow dolour likewise be unwept ! Queen . Give me no help in ...
... Son . Ah ! aunt ! [ To the Queen . ] you wept not for our father's death ; How can we aid you with our kindred tears ? Daugh . Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd , Your widow dolour likewise be unwept ! Queen . Give me no help in ...
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Page 5 - 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 244 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 244 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 4 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, 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 246 - 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 mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Page 205 - sa stranger now again. Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.