The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ' ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit ...
... sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ' ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the house of Lancaster ; And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown , Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit ...
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... sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glou . Methought this ftaff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom , I have forgot ; But , as I think , it was by th ' Cardinal ; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were ...
... sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glou . Methought this ftaff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom , I have forgot ; But , as I think , it was by th ' Cardinal ; And on the pieces of the broken wand Were ...
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... Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look to't in time , She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not ftrike dame ...
... Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look to't in time , She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not ftrike dame ...
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... Sweet York , begin ; and if thy claim be good , The Nevils are thy fubjects to command . York . Then thus : Edward the Third , my Lords , had seven fons : The first , Edward the black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The fecond , William of ...
... Sweet York , begin ; and if thy claim be good , The Nevils are thy fubjects to command . York . Then thus : Edward the Third , my Lords , had seven fons : The first , Edward the black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The fecond , William of ...
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... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot wheels , When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets ...
... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot wheels , When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets ...
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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...