The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Pàgina 1543
... fhould fucceed and reign . K. Henry . Art thou against us , Duke of Exeter ? Exe . His is the right , and therefore pardon me . Tork . Why whifper you , my Lords , and anfwer not ? Exe . My Confcience tells me , he is lawful King . K ...
... fhould fucceed and reign . K. Henry . Art thou against us , Duke of Exeter ? Exe . His is the right , and therefore pardon me . Tork . Why whifper you , my Lords , and anfwer not ? Exe . My Confcience tells me , he is lawful King . K ...
Pàgina 1545
... fhould not I fucceed ? K. Henry . Pardon me , Margaret ; pardon me , fweet Son ; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ? art thou King , and wilt be forc'd ? I fhame to hear thee fpeak ; ah timorous Wretch ...
... fhould not I fucceed ? K. Henry . Pardon me , Margaret ; pardon me , fweet Son ; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ? art thou King , and wilt be forc'd ? I fhame to hear thee fpeak ; ah timorous Wretch ...
Pàgina 1547
... fhould quietly Reign . Edw . But for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken : I would break a thousand Oaths to Reign one Year . Rich . No ; God forbid your Grace fhould be forfworn . Tork . I fhall be , if I claim by open War . Rich . I'll ...
... fhould quietly Reign . Edw . But for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken : I would break a thousand Oaths to Reign one Year . Rich . No ; God forbid your Grace fhould be forfworn . Tork . I fhall be , if I claim by open War . Rich . I'll ...
Pàgina 1548
... fhould we fear ? Edw . I hear their Drums : Let's fet our Men in order , [ A march afar off . And iffue forth , and bid them Battel ftreight . Tork , Five Men to twenty , though the odds be I doubt not , Uncle , of our Victory . Many a ...
... fhould we fear ? Edw . I hear their Drums : Let's fet our Men in order , [ A march afar off . And iffue forth , and bid them Battel ftreight . Tork , Five Men to twenty , though the odds be I doubt not , Uncle , of our Victory . Many a ...
Pàgina 1552
... fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , York . What , hath thy fiery Heart fo parcht thine Intrails , That not a Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should't be mad And ...
... fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , York . What , hath thy fiery Heart fo parcht thine Intrails , That not a Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should't be mad And ...
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Pàgina 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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 1774 - 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 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Pàgina 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Pàgina 1567 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Pàgina 1777 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pàgina 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Pàgina 1775 - 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.
Pàgina 1782 - 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...
Pàgina 1749 - 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.