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 1573
... mean to ftand . Sink . Here comes a Man , let's ftay ' till he be paft . Enter King Henry with a Prayer - Book . K. Henry . From Scotland am I ftol'n even of pure love , To greet mine own Land with my wishful fight : No Harry , Harry ...
... mean to ftand . Sink . Here comes a Man , let's ftay ' till he be paft . Enter King Henry with a Prayer - Book . K. Henry . From Scotland am I ftol'n even of pure love , To greet mine own Land with my wishful fight : No Harry , Harry ...
Pàgina 1576
... means to beg a Child of her . Glo . Nay then whip me ; he'll rather give her two . Gray . Three , my moft gracious ... mean to ask . Gray . Why then I will do what your Grace commands , Glo . He plies her hard , and much Rain wears the ...
... means to beg a Child of her . Glo . Nay then whip me ; he'll rather give her two . Gray . Three , my moft gracious ... mean to ask . Gray . Why then I will do what your Grace commands , Glo . He plies her hard , and much Rain wears the ...
Pàgina 1577
... mean fuch Love . Gray . Why then you mean not as I thought you did . K. Edw . But now you partly may perceive my Mind . Gray . My Mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at , if I aim aright . K. Edy . To tell thee ...
... mean fuch Love . Gray . Why then you mean not as I thought you did . K. Edw . But now you partly may perceive my Mind . Gray . My Mind will never grant what I perceive Your Highness aims at , if I aim aright . K. Edy . To tell thee ...
Pàgina 1578
... mean to be your Queen , And yet too good to be your Concubine . K. Edw . You cavil , Widow , I did mean my Queen , Gray . ' Twill grieve your Grace , my Sons fhall call you K. Edw . No more than when my Daughters Call thee Mother . Thou ...
... mean to be your Queen , And yet too good to be your Concubine . K. Edw . You cavil , Widow , I did mean my Queen , Gray . ' Twill grieve your Grace , my Sons fhall call you K. Edw . No more than when my Daughters Call thee Mother . Thou ...
Pàgina 1579
... means that keep me from it , And fo ( I fay ) I'll cut the Caufes off , Flattering me with Impoffibilities : My Eye's too quick , my Heart o'er - weens too much , Unlefs my Hand and Strength could equal them . Well , fay there is no ...
... means that keep me from it , And fo ( I fay ) I'll cut the Caufes off , Flattering me with Impoffibilities : My Eye's too quick , my Heart o'er - weens too much , Unlefs my Hand and Strength could equal them . Well , fay there is no ...
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Passatges populars
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.