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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417 psl.
... devil's butcher , Richard ? hard - favour'd Richard , where art thou ? Thou art not here ; murder is thy alms - deed , Petitioner for blood thou ne'er put'st back . K. EDW . Away , I fay ; I charge ye , bear her hence . QUEEN . So come ...
... devil's butcher , Richard ? hard - favour'd Richard , where art thou ? Thou art not here ; murder is thy alms - deed , Petitioner for blood thou ne'er put'st back . K. EDW . Away , I fay ; I charge ye , bear her hence . QUEEN . So come ...
418 psl.
... devil , were alike , And both prepoft'rous , therefore not good lord , GLO . Sir , leave us to ourselves , we must confer . [ Exit lieutenant . K. HEN . So flies the reckless fhepherd from the wolf ; So first the harmless flock doth ...
... devil , were alike , And both prepoft'rous , therefore not good lord , GLO . Sir , leave us to ourselves , we must confer . [ Exit lieutenant . K. HEN . So flies the reckless fhepherd from the wolf ; So first the harmless flock doth ...
432 psl.
... devil -Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadft but power over his mortal body , His foul thou canst not have ; therefore be gone . GLO . Sweet faint , for charity , be not so curst . ANNE . Foul dev'l ! for God's fake hence ...
... devil -Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadft but power over his mortal body , His foul thou canst not have ; therefore be gone . GLO . Sweet faint , for charity , be not so curst . ANNE . Foul dev'l ! for God's fake hence ...
433 psl.
... devils tell the truth ! GLO . More wonderful , when angels are so angry . Vouchfafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of thefe fuppofed crimes , to give me leave By circumftance , but to acquit myself . ANNE . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ...
... devils tell the truth ! GLO . More wonderful , when angels are so angry . Vouchfafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of thefe fuppofed crimes , to give me leave By circumftance , but to acquit myself . ANNE . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ...
438 psl.
... devil and diffembling looks : And yet to win her -- All the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , fome three months fince , Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A fweeter and ...
... devil and diffembling looks : And yet to win her -- All the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , fome three months fince , Stabb'd in my angry mood at Tewksbury ? A fweeter and ...
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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...