Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Volume 7D. Leach, 1767 |
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... Lord Grey , her Sons . Cardinal Bourchier , Archbishop of Canterbury . Archbishop of York . Bishop of Ely . [ Sox . Duke of Buckingham . Duke of Norfolk : Earl of Surrey , his Earl of Oxford . Lord Haftings . Lord Stanley . Lord Lovel ...
... Lord Grey , her Sons . Cardinal Bourchier , Archbishop of Canterbury . Archbishop of York . Bishop of Ely . [ Sox . Duke of Buckingham . Duke of Norfolk : Earl of Surrey , his Earl of Oxford . Lord Haftings . Lord Stanley . Lord Lovel ...
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... lord , that fault is none of yours ; He fhould , for that , commit your godfathers : - Belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you fhall be new - chriften'd in the tower . But what's the matter , Clarence ? may I know ? CLA . Yea ...
... lord , that fault is none of yours ; He fhould , for that , commit your godfathers : - Belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you fhall be new - chriften'd in the tower . But what's the matter , Clarence ? may I know ? CLA . Yea ...
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... lord , myself have nought to do . RIC . Naught to do with miftrefs Shore ? I tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , ' Twere beft he do it fecretly . BRA . What one , my lord ? [ ba RIC . Her husband , knave ...
... lord , myself have nought to do . RIC . Naught to do with miftrefs Shore ? I tell thee , fellow , He that doth naught with her , excepting one , ' Twere beft he do it fecretly . BRA . What one , my lord ? [ ba RIC . Her husband , knave ...
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... lord ! RIC . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? HAS . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners muft : But I fhall live , my lord , to give them ...
... lord ! RIC . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment ? HAS . With patience , noble lord , as prisoners muft : But I fhall live , my lord , to give them ...
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... Lord GREY her Son , and Lord RIVERS her Brother . RIV . Have patience , madam ; there's no doubt , his majefty Will foon recover his accuftom'd health . GRE . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worfe : Therefore , for God's fake ...
... Lord GREY her Son , and Lord RIVERS her Brother . RIV . Have patience , madam ; there's no doubt , his majefty Will foon recover his accuftom'd health . GRE . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worfe : Therefore , for God's fake ...
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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.