The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... See you well guerdon'd for these good deferts . Elean . Not half fo bad as thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'st where is no cause . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away with them , let them ...
... See you well guerdon'd for these good deferts . Elean . Not half fo bad as thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'st where is no cause . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away with them , let them ...
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... see to't well , protect your felf . K. Henry . The winds grow high , fo do your ftomachs , Lords . How irkfome is this musick to my heart ! When fuch ftrings jar , what hope of harmony ? I pray , my Lords , let me compound this ftrife ...
... see to't well , protect your felf . K. Henry . The winds grow high , fo do your ftomachs , Lords . How irkfome is this musick to my heart ! When fuch ftrings jar , what hope of harmony ? I pray , my Lords , let me compound this ftrife ...
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... A miracle ! K. Henry . O God , feeft thou this , and bear'ft fo long ! Q. Mar , It made me laugh to see the villain run . Glou . Follow the knave , and take this drab away . C 2 Wife . Wife . Alas , Sir , we did it for King HENRY VI . 27.
... A miracle ! K. Henry . O God , feeft thou this , and bear'ft fo long ! Q. Mar , It made me laugh to see the villain run . Glou . Follow the knave , and take this drab away . C 2 Wife . Wife . Alas , Sir , we did it for King HENRY VI . 27.
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... See how the giddy multitude do point , And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee . Ah , Glo'fter hide thee from their hateful looks , And in thy closet pent up rue my fhame , And ban our enemies , both mine and thine . Glou ...
... See how the giddy multitude do point , And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee . Ah , Glo'fter hide thee from their hateful looks , And in thy closet pent up rue my fhame , And ban our enemies , both mine and thine . Glou ...
40 psl.
... see me blush , ' Nor change my countenance for this arreft : A heart unfpotted is not eafily daunted . The pureft fpring is not fo free from mud , As I am clear from treafon to my Sovereign . Who cán accufe me ? wherein am I guilty ...
... see me blush , ' Nor change my countenance for this arreft : A heart unfpotted is not eafily daunted . The pureft fpring is not fo free from mud , As I am clear from treafon to my Sovereign . Who cán accufe me ? wherein am I guilty ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thouſand thy felf unto Warwick Whofe wife
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135 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
359 psl. - 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.
304 psl. - 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.
176 psl. - 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.
122 psl. - 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.
170 psl. - 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.
122 psl. - 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...
331 psl. - 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.
330 psl. - 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.
332 psl. - 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...