Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... At length broke under me , and now has left me Weary , and old with fervice , to the mercy Of a rude ftream , that muft for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye , I feel my heart new open'd . Oh , how wretched Is ...
... At length broke under me , and now has left me Weary , and old with fervice , to the mercy Of a rude ftream , that muft for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of the world ! I hate ye , I feel my heart new open'd . Oh , how wretched Is ...
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againſt Alarum Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid falfe father fear felf felves fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtay Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Seite 466 - 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.
Seite 436 - 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.
Seite 225 - 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...
Seite 225 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Seite 281 - 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! I am myself alone.
Seite 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...