The Noble Traytour: A Chronicle, Volume 3Smith, Elder, 1857 |
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... hope Will Shakspeare is fome one not to be hurt by your scorn ? " " Your pardon , fir . ” " Go to ! fhall he not escape ? " “ Ay , marry , fair sir , I am fhent . " " " Tis your defert , fir - Be naught awhile ! " " I make humble - bold ...
... hope Will Shakspeare is fome one not to be hurt by your scorn ? " " Your pardon , fir . ” " Go to ! fhall he not escape ? " “ Ay , marry , fair sir , I am fhent . " " " Tis your defert , fir - Be naught awhile ! " " I make humble - bold ...
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... hope fo ; fhe forrowed fo for her patient fifter o ' th ' monument ! " " My Thomas and I don't make much of these long ways to short ends ! An the gentleman love the lady , let him clap into ' t roundly , with a ' Wilt ha ' an honest ...
... hope fo ; fhe forrowed fo for her patient fifter o ' th ' monument ! " " My Thomas and I don't make much of these long ways to short ends ! An the gentleman love the lady , let him clap into ' t roundly , with a ' Wilt ha ' an honest ...
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... hope the Viscount should come near to the Earl's glory i ' the hereafter time . ” " " Tis a toward fon , fir , fhall grace fo happy a fire ! " " Grant it ! grant it " - " They be come , Nell ! They be come ! " " Where ? where ? I don't ...
... hope the Viscount should come near to the Earl's glory i ' the hereafter time . ” " " Tis a toward fon , fir , fhall grace fo happy a fire ! " " Grant it ! grant it " - " They be come , Nell ! They be come ! " " Where ? where ? I don't ...
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... hope that he who had been fo faithful to his Queen and country was an honest and worthy man ; and not per- haps , unkindly , though himself woted not . It was he , you remember , fhewed my Lord those noble Psalms civ . and cvii ...
... hope that he who had been fo faithful to his Queen and country was an honest and worthy man ; and not per- haps , unkindly , though himself woted not . It was he , you remember , fhewed my Lord those noble Psalms civ . and cvii ...
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... hope ” . " Ha ! " " To be raised 99 " Body o ' me ! " fwore her Grace , roundly , " Body o ' me ! Go , firrah , tell our Captain o ' the Guard that , if we hold thee too crooked for a Baron , we esteem him too highly to fet him down at ...
... hope ” . " Ha ! " " To be raised 99 " Body o ' me ! " fwore her Grace , roundly , " Body o ' me ! Go , firrah , tell our Captain o ' the Guard that , if we hold thee too crooked for a Baron , we esteem him too highly to fet him down at ...
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Page 162 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Page 329 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 91 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 221 - By God's son I am no queen, that man is above me; — who gave him command to come here so soon ? I did send him on other business.
Page 92 - And loves to lie i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Page 144 - From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then should he sleep secure, Then wake again, and yield God ever praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; In contemplation passing out his days, And change of holy thoughts to make him merry. Who when he dies, his tomb may be a bush, Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush." " Your majesty's exiled servant,
Page 72 - I find myself justified from offending in any of them. As for the two last objections, that I forsake my country when it hath most need of me, and fail in that...
Page 120 - Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in; Keep your ranks close, and now your honours win. Behold from yonder hill the foe appears; Bows, bills, glaves, arrows, shields, and spears! Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; Oh, view the wings of horse the meadows scouring. The van-guard marches bravely. Hark, the drums! Dub, dub. They meet, they meet, and now the battle comes: See how the arrows fly, That darken, all the sky!
Page 237 - But now, the length of troubles and the continuance, or rather the increase, of your majesty's indignation, hath made all men so afraid of me, as mine own state is not only ruined, but my kind friends and faithful servants are like to die in prison because I cannot help myself with mine own. Now I do not only feel the...
Page 277 - Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight: Give some supportance to the bending twigs. Go thou, and like an executioner, Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays, That look too lofty in our commonwealth: All must be even in our government.