The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... foul ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , By day , by night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads ...
... foul ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , By day , by night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads ...
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... foul , As I in duty love my King and Country ! But to the matter that we have in hand : I fay , my Sovereign , York is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To fhew fome ...
... foul , As I in duty love my King and Country ! But to the matter that we have in hand : I fay , my Sovereign , York is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realm of France . Suf . Before we make election , give me leave To fhew fome ...
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... fouls Gives light in darkness , comfort in despair ! Enter the Mayor of St. Albans , and his brethren , bear- ing ... foul ! God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let Let never day or night unhallowed pass , But ftill 26 The Second ...
... fouls Gives light in darkness , comfort in despair ! Enter the Mayor of St. Albans , and his brethren , bear- ing ... foul ! God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let Let never day or night unhallowed pass , But ftill 26 The Second ...
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... foul offenders to their anfwers ; And poife the Caufe in Juftice ' equal fcales , Whole beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe pré- vails . SCENE [ Flourish . Exeunt . IV . York . · Changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York ...
... foul offenders to their anfwers ; And poife the Caufe in Juftice ' equal fcales , Whole beam ftands fure , whofe rightful caufe pré- vails . SCENE [ Flourish . Exeunt . IV . York . · Changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York ...
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... foul ambition , And charity chas'd hence by Rancor's hand ; Foul fubornation is predominant , And equity exil'd your Highness ' Land . I know , their complot is to have my life : And , if my death might make this island happy , - And ...
... foul ambition , And charity chas'd hence by Rancor's hand ; Foul fubornation is predominant , And equity exil'd your Highness ' Land . I know , their complot is to have my life : And , if my death might make this island happy , - And ...
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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.