The Works of Shakespear: The comedy of errors. The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. King Richard IIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... dead : For flander lives upon fucceffion ; That may For ever hous'd , where it once get's poffeffion . E. Ant . You have prevail'd ; I will depart in quiet , And , in defpight of mirth , mean to be merry , I know a wench of excellent ...
... dead : For flander lives upon fucceffion ; That may For ever hous'd , where it once get's poffeffion . E. Ant . You have prevail'd ; I will depart in quiet , And , in defpight of mirth , mean to be merry , I know a wench of excellent ...
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... dead man . This pernicious flave , Forfooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And , gazing in my eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no - face , as ' twere , out - facing me , Cries out , I was poffeft . Then all together They fell upon me ...
... dead man . This pernicious flave , Forfooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And , gazing in my eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no - face , as ' twere , out - facing me , Cries out , I was poffeft . Then all together They fell upon me ...
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... dead man's nofe ; I fee't and feel't , As you feel doing thus ; and fee withal The inftruments that feel . Ant . If it be fo , We need no grave to bury honesty ; There's not a grain of it , the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy earth ...
... dead man's nofe ; I fee't and feel't , As you feel doing thus ; and fee withal The inftruments that feel . Ant . If it be fo , We need no grave to bury honesty ; There's not a grain of it , the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy earth ...
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... . What is the business ? Ser . O Sir , I fhall be hated to report it . The Prince your fon , with mere conceit and fear Of the Queen's Speed , is gone . F 3 Leo . Leo . How gone ? Ser . Is dead . The WINTER'S TALE . ΙΟΙ SCENE ...
... . What is the business ? Ser . O Sir , I fhall be hated to report it . The Prince your fon , with mere conceit and fear Of the Queen's Speed , is gone . F 3 Leo . Leo . How gone ? Ser . Is dead . The WINTER'S TALE . ΙΟΙ SCENE ...
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William Shakespeare. Leo . How gone ? Ser . Is dead . Leo . Apollo's angry , and the heav'ns themselves Do ftrike at my injuftice . - How now , there ? [ Her . faints . Paul . This news is mortal to the Queen : look down , And fee what ...
William Shakespeare. Leo . How gone ? Ser . Is dead . Leo . Apollo's angry , and the heav'ns themselves Do ftrike at my injuftice . - How now , there ? [ Her . faints . Paul . This news is mortal to the Queen : look down , And fee what ...
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Popular passages
Page 263 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 210 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 266 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 292 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 119 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 317 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 287 - I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.