The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... comes , methinks , and the Queen with him I'll be the firft , fure . 2 Pet . Come back , fool , this is the Duke of Suffolk , and not my lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , would'ft any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my lord ...
... comes , methinks , and the Queen with him I'll be the firft , fure . 2 Pet . Come back , fool , this is the Duke of Suffolk , and not my lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , would'ft any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my lord ...
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... comes ; and I'll prepare My tear ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet , and a Taper burning in her hand , with Sir John Stanley , a Sheriff and Officers . Serv . So please your Grace , we'll take her ...
... comes ; and I'll prepare My tear ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet , and a Taper burning in her hand , with Sir John Stanley , a Sheriff and Officers . Serv . So please your Grace , we'll take her ...
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... comes thought on thought , And not a thought , but thinks on dignity . My brain , more bufy than the lab'ring fpider , Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies . Well , Nobles , well ; ' tis politicly done , To fend me packing with an ...
... comes thought on thought , And not a thought , but thinks on dignity . My brain , more bufy than the lab'ring fpider , Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies . Well , Nobles , well ; ' tis politicly done , To fend me packing with an ...
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... comes my lord . Suf . Now , Sir , have you difpatch'd this thing ? 1. Ay , my good lord , he's dead . Suf . Why , that's well faid . Go , get you to my houfe ; D 2 I will I will reward you for this vent'rous deed : The The Second Part ...
... comes my lord . Suf . Now , Sir , have you difpatch'd this thing ? 1. Ay , my good lord , he's dead . Suf . Why , that's well faid . Go , get you to my houfe ; D 2 I will I will reward you for this vent'rous deed : The The Second Part ...
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... comes along , His Arms are only to remove from thee The Duke of Somerset , whom he terms a traitor . K. Henry . Thus ftands my ftate , ' twixt Cade and York diftreft ; Like to a fhip , that , having ' fcap'd Like 86 The Second Part of ...
... comes along , His Arms are only to remove from thee The Duke of Somerset , whom he terms a traitor . K. Henry . Thus ftands my ftate , ' twixt Cade and York diftreft ; Like to a fhip , that , having ' fcap'd Like 86 The Second Part of ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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136 psl. - 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...
379 psl. - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
376 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.
136 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.
376 psl. - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
377 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.
136 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...
136 psl. - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
224 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.
199 psl. - 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.