The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Page 109
... Rich . I cannot joy , until I be refolv'd Where our right valiant father is become . I faw him in the battel range about , And watcht him how he fingled Clifford forth ; Methought he bore him in the thickest troop , As doth a lion in a ...
... Rich . I cannot joy , until I be refolv'd Where our right valiant father is become . I faw him in the battel range about , And watcht him how he fingled Clifford forth ; Methought he bore him in the thickest troop , As doth a lion in a ...
Page 110
... Rich . Three glorious funs , each one a perfect fun , Not feparated with the racking clouds , But fever'd in a pale clear - fhining fky . See , fee , they join , embrace , and seem to kifs , As if they vow'd fome league inviolable : Now ...
... Rich . Three glorious funs , each one a perfect fun , Not feparated with the racking clouds , But fever'd in a pale clear - fhining fky . See , fee , they join , embrace , and seem to kifs , As if they vow'd fome league inviolable : Now ...
Page 111
... Rich . I cannot weep ; for all my body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my furnace - burning heart : Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen : For th ' felf - fame wind that I fhould speak withal Is kindling coals that fire ...
... Rich . I cannot weep ; for all my body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my furnace - burning heart : Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen : For th ' felf - fame wind that I fhould speak withal Is kindling coals that fire ...
Page 113
... Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ; Oft have I heard his praises in purfuit , But ne'er , ' till now , his fcandal of retire . War . Nor now my scandal , Richard , doft thou hear : For thou fhalt know this ftrong right ...
... Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ; Oft have I heard his praises in purfuit , But ne'er , ' till now , his fcandal of retire . War . Nor now my scandal , Richard , doft thou hear : For thou fhalt know this ftrong right ...
Page 114
... Rich . Ay , now methinks I hear great Warwick speak ; Ne'er may he live to fee a fun - fhine day That cries retire , if Warwick bid him ftay ! Edw . Lord Warwick , on thy fhoulder will I lean , And when thou fail'ft ( as God forbid the ...
... Rich . Ay , now methinks I hear great Warwick speak ; Ne'er may he live to fee a fun - fhine day That cries retire , if Warwick bid him ftay ! Edw . Lord Warwick , on thy fhoulder will I lean , And when thou fail'ft ( as God forbid the ...
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Page 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Page 304 - 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 176 - 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 122 - So many hours must I tend my flock; 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 yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 170 - 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.
Page 122 - 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...
Page 331 - 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 330 - 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 332 - 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...