The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 1589
... She better would have fitted me or Clarence ; But in your Bride you bury Brotherhood . Clar . Or elfe you would not have beftow'd the Heir Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son , And leave your Brothers to go speed elfe where , K ...
... She better would have fitted me or Clarence ; But in your Bride you bury Brotherhood . Clar . Or elfe you would not have beftow'd the Heir Of the Lord Bonvill on your new Wife's Son , And leave your Brothers to go speed elfe where , K ...
Page 1590
... She had the wrong . But what faid Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard that fhe was there in place . Poft . Tell him ( quoth the ) My mourning Weeds are done , And I am ready to put Armour on . K. Edw . Belike the means to play the Amazon ...
... She had the wrong . But what faid Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard that fhe was there in place . Poft . Tell him ( quoth the ) My mourning Weeds are done , And I am ready to put Armour on . K. Edw . Belike the means to play the Amazon ...
Page 1621
... she , That tempts him to this harth Extremity . Was it not the , and that good Man of Worship , Anthony Woodvil her Brother there , That made him fend Lord Haftings to the Tower ; From whence this Day he is delivered . We are not fafe ...
... she , That tempts him to this harth Extremity . Was it not the , and that good Man of Worship , Anthony Woodvil her Brother there , That made him fend Lord Haftings to the Tower ; From whence this Day he is delivered . We are not fafe ...
Page 1628
... She fpits at him . Anne . Would it were mortal Poifon for thy fake . Glo . Never came Poifon from fo fweet Place . Anne . Never hung Poison on a fouler Toad , Out of my Sight , thou doft infe & t mine Eyes . Glo . Thine Eyes , fweet ...
... She fpits at him . Anne . Would it were mortal Poifon for thy fake . Glo . Never came Poifon from fo fweet Place . Anne . Never hung Poison on a fouler Toad , Out of my Sight , thou doft infe & t mine Eyes . Glo . Thine Eyes , fweet ...
Page 1629
... She falls the Sword . Take up the Sword again , or take up me . Anne . Arife , Diffembler , though I wish thy Death , I will not be thy Executioner . Glo . Then bid me kill my felf , and I will do it . Anne . I have already . Glo . That ...
... She falls the Sword . Take up the Sword again , or take up me . Anne . Arife , Diffembler , though I wish thy Death , I will not be thy Executioner . Glo . Then bid me kill my felf , and I will do it . Anne . I have already . Glo . That ...
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Page 1628 - 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 1775 - 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...
Page 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Page 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Page 1775 - 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 ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page 1565 - 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 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Page 1747 - 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 1618 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...