The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, 8 tomas |
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440 psl.
... Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace fpeaks chearfully . QUEEN . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Madam , we did ; he feeks to make atonement Between the duke of Glo'fter and your brothers . And between them and ...
... Buck . Madam , good hope ; his grace fpeaks chearfully . QUEEN . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? BUCK . Madam , we did ; he feeks to make atonement Between the duke of Glo'fter and your brothers . And between them and ...
445 psl.
... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curfe prevail so much with ...
... BUCK . Northumberland , then present , wept to see it . Q. MAR . What ! were you snarling all before I came , Ready to catch each other by the throat , And turn you all your hatred now on me ? Did York's dread curfe prevail so much with ...
448 psl.
... Buck . Peace , peace , for fhame , if not for charity . QMAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me : Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And fhamefully my hopes , by you , are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , And ...
... Buck . Peace , peace , for fhame , if not for charity . QMAR . Urge neither charity nor shame to me : Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And fhamefully my hopes , by you , are butcher'd . My charity is outrage , life my shame , And ...
449 psl.
... BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counfel ? And footh the devil , that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with ...
... BUCK . Nothing that I respect , my gracious lord . Q. MAR . What , dost thou scorn me for my gentle counfel ? And footh the devil , that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with ...
461 psl.
... BUCK . When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace , and not with duteous love [ To the queen . Doth cherish you and yours , God punish me With hate in those where I expect most love ! When I have most need to employ a ...
... BUCK . When ever Buckingham doth turn his hate Upon your grace , and not with duteous love [ To the queen . Doth cherish you and yours , God punish me With hate in those where I expect most love ! When I have most need to employ a ...
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againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
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422 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.
353 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.
537 psl. - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
354 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...
448 psl. - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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...
416 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. Clarence, beware!
422 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...