Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Volume 7D. Leach, 1767 |
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... arms hung up for monuments ; Our ftern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures : Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkl'd front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the ...
... arms hung up for monuments ; Our ftern alarums chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful measures : Grim - visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkl'd front ; And now , instead of mounting barbed steeds , To fright the ...
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... arm hath butchered ! RIC . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , bleffings for curfes . ANN . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast fo fierce , but knows fome touch of pity . RIC . But I ...
... arm hath butchered ! RIC . Lady , you know no rules of charity , Which renders good for bad , bleffings for curfes . ANN . Villain , thou know'st no law of God nor man ; No beast fo fierce , but knows fome touch of pity . RIC . But I ...
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... arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1. M. Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant - fpringing brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , was ftruck dead by thee ? CLA ...
... arm ; He needs no indirect nor lawless course , To cut off those that have offended him . 1. M. Who made thee then a bloody minister , When gallant - fpringing brave Plantagenet , That princely novice , was ftruck dead by thee ? CLA ...
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... arm , And charg'd us from his foul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Glofter ... arms , and fwore , with fobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1. M. Why , fo he doth , when he delivers you From ...
... arm , And charg'd us from his foul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Glofter ... arms , and fwore , with fobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1. M. Why , fo he doth , when he delivers you From ...
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... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Edward , and Clarence ; O , what cause have I , ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ? Son . Ah , aunt , you wept not for our ...
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Edward , and Clarence ; O , what cause have I , ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief ) To overgo thy plaints , and drown thy cries ? Son . Ah , aunt , you wept not for our ...
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Page 73 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Page 76 - 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...
Page 40 - 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.
Page 4 - 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.
Page 76 - 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.
Page 30 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Page 73 - 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.
Page 73 - 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.
Page 3 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, 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...
Page 30 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.