The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Pàgina 38
... gentle Nell ; forget this grief . Elean . Ah ! Glofter , teach me to forget myself : For whilft I think I am thy marry'd wife , And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , Mail'd up in fhame ...
... gentle Nell ; forget this grief . Elean . Ah ! Glofter , teach me to forget myself : For whilft I think I am thy marry'd wife , And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , Mail'd up in fhame ...
Pàgina 39
... gentle Nell : I pray thee , fort thy heart to patience ; Thefe few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . Her . I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's parliament holden at Bury , the firft of this next month . Glo . And my ...
... gentle Nell : I pray thee , fort thy heart to patience ; Thefe few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . Her . I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's parliament holden at Bury , the firft of this next month . Glo . And my ...
Pàgina 54
... gentle And he that loos'd them from their bra And bid them blow towards England's Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock : Yet Eolus would not be a murtherer ; But left that hateful office unto thee . The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to ...
... gentle And he that loos'd them from their bra And bid them blow towards England's Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock : Yet Eolus would not be a murtherer ; But left that hateful office unto thee . The pretty vaulting fea refus'd to ...
Pàgina 60
... gentle Queen , thefe exec And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave Q. Mar. Fie , coward woman , and foft Haft thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf . A plague upon them ! Wherefor them ? Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrak I ...
... gentle Queen , thefe exec And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave Q. Mar. Fie , coward woman , and foft Haft thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf . A plague upon them ! Wherefor them ? Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrak I ...
Pàgina 63
... gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould be raging mad , And cry out for thee to clofe up mine eyes ; To have thee with thy lips to ftop my mouth : So , fhouldft thou ...
... gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould be raging mad , And cry out for thee to clofe up mine eyes ; To have thee with thy lips to ftop my mouth : So , fhouldft thou ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 336 - 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.
Pàgina 368 - 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.
Pàgina 213 - 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.
Pàgina 366 - 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.
Pàgina 190 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 190 - 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.
Pàgina 200 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Pàgina 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pàgina 366 - 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.
Pàgina 375 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...