The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 5 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Tears the fupplications . Away , bafe cullions : Suffolk , let them go . All . Come , let's be gone . [ Exeunt Petitioners . Q. Mar. My Lord of Suffolk , fay , is this the guife ? Is this the fashion in the court of England ? Is this ...
... Tears the fupplications . Away , bafe cullions : Suffolk , let them go . All . Come , let's be gone . [ Exeunt Petitioners . Q. Mar. My Lord of Suffolk , fay , is this the guife ? Is this the fashion in the court of England ? Is this ...
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... tears , my heart with grief . Ah , Humphry ! this difhonour in thine age Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground , I beseech your Majefty give me leave to go ; Sorrow would folace , and my age would ease . K. Henry . Stay Humphry ...
... tears , my heart with grief . Ah , Humphry ! this difhonour in thine age Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground , I beseech your Majefty give me leave to go ; Sorrow would folace , and my age would ease . K. Henry . Stay Humphry ...
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... tear - ftain'd eyes to see 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 from the Glo . No , ftir not ...
... tear - ftain'd eyes to see 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 from the Glo . No , ftir not ...
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... tears , and hear my deep - fetch'd groans . The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet ; And when I start , the cruel people laugh ; And bid me be advised how I tread . Ah Humphry , can I bear this fhameful yoak ? Trow'ft thou , that e ...
... tears , and hear my deep - fetch'd groans . The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet ; And when I start , the cruel people laugh ; And bid me be advised how I tread . Ah Humphry , can I bear this fhameful yoak ? Trow'ft thou , that e ...
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... tears , I cannot ftay to speak . [ Exit Gloucefter . Elean . Art thou gone too all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity ...
... tears , I cannot ftay to speak . [ Exit Gloucefter . Elean . Art thou gone too all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whose name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity ...
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againſt Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience 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 flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Humphry huſband Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft live Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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329 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.
190 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.
144 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
213 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.
129 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.
359 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.
362 psl. - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
359 psl. - O, how wretched 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.
361 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.