The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 5 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... I'll to the Duke of Suffolk prefently . [ Exit . Som . Coufin of Buckingham , though Humphry's pride And greatnefs of his place be grief to us , Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal : His infolence is more intolerable Than all the ...
... I'll to the Duke of Suffolk prefently . [ Exit . Som . Coufin of Buckingham , though Humphry's pride And greatnefs of his place be grief to us , Yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal : His infolence is more intolerable Than all the ...
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... the houfe of Lancaster : And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the crown , Whofe bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . SCENE SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucefler's House . Enter 12 The SECOND Part of.
... the houfe of Lancaster : And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the crown , Whofe bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down . [ Exit York . SCENE SCENE changes to the Duke of Gloucefler's House . Enter 12 The SECOND Part of.
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... I'll lengthen it with mine .. And , having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more abafe our fight fo low , As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground .. Glo . O Nell , fweet Nell , if ...
... I'll lengthen it with mine .. And , having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more abafe our fight fo low , As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground .. Glo . O Nell , fweet Nell , if ...
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... I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Mef . My Lord Protector , ' tis his Highnefs ' pleasure . You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans , Whereas the King ...
... I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Mef . My Lord Protector , ' tis his Highnefs ' pleasure . You do prepare to ride unto St. Albans , Whereas the King ...
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... I'll follow Eleanor , And liften after Humphry , how he proceeds : She's tickled now , her fume can need no spurs ; She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction . [ Exit Buckingham . Re - enter Duke Humphry . Glo . Now , Lords , my ...
... I'll follow Eleanor , And liften after Humphry , how he proceeds : She's tickled now , her fume can need no spurs ; She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction . [ Exit Buckingham . Re - enter Duke Humphry . Glo . Now , Lords , my ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry King's Lady laft live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter moft muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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365 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory, 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.
131 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
215 psl. - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
215 psl. - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
131 psl. - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
131 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...
365 psl. - This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
333 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.
192 psl. - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, 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, 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.
214 psl. - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.