The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , ' till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the secrets of the State ; ' Till Henry furfeit in the joys of love ...
... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , ' till time do ferve : Watch thou , and wake when others be afleep , To pry into the secrets of the State ; ' Till Henry furfeit in the joys of love ...
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... whofe rightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . Now , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ended , give me leave In this ...
... whofe rightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . Now , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ended , give me leave In this ...
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... whofe name I cft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee go and take me hence , I care not whither , for I beg no favour ; Only convey me where thou art commanded , Stan Stan . Why , Madam , that ...
... whofe name I cft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee go and take me hence , I care not whither , for I beg no favour ; Only convey me where thou art commanded , Stan Stan . Why , Madam , that ...
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... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign Lady , with the reft ; Caufelefs have laid difgraces on my head , And with your beft endeavours have stirr'd up My liefeft ...
... Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back , By falfe accufe doth level at my life . And you , my fovereign Lady , with the reft ; Caufelefs have laid difgraces on my head , And with your beft endeavours have stirr'd up My liefeft ...
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... Whofe flood begins to flow within my eyes ; My body round engirt with mifery : For what's more miferable than difcontent ? Ah , uncle Humphry , in thy face I fee The map of honour , truth , and loyalty : And yet , good Humphry , is the ...
... Whofe flood begins to flow within my eyes ; My body round engirt with mifery : For what's more miferable than difcontent ? Ah , uncle Humphry , in thy face I fee The map of honour , truth , and loyalty : And yet , good Humphry , is the ...
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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...