The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volume 5J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , By day , by ...
... haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my foul If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious lord , The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , By day , by ...
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... 'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command , Above the reach or compaís of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , Το To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From 12 The Second Part of.
... 'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command , Above the reach or compaís of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , Το To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From 12 The Second Part of.
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... haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer , And will they undertake to do me good ? Hume . Hume . This they have promised to fhew your Highnes King HENRY VI . 13.
... haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And Roger Bolingbrook the conjurer , And will they undertake to do me good ? Hume . Hume . This they have promised to fhew your Highnes King HENRY VI . 13.
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... the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond - men to thy fov❜reignty . Car . The Commons haft thou rack'd ; the Clergy's bags Are Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . 18 The Second Part of S C EN E ...
... the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond - men to thy fov❜reignty . Car . The Commons haft thou rack'd ; the Clergy's bags Are Are lank and lean with thy extortions . Som . 18 The Second Part of S C EN E ...
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... haft thou been long blind , and now reftor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? STY Wife . His wife , an't like your worthip . Glo . Had'ft thou been his mother , thou ...
... haft thou been long blind , and now reftor'd ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? STY Wife . His wife , an't like your worthip . Glo . Had'ft thou been his mother , thou ...
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Page 415 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 214 - 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 412 - 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 414 - 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 240 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 414 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 208 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 413 - 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. The king has...
Page 213 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Page 146 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.