The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Band 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
... Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
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... Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all ...
... Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all ...
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... Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think ...
... Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord Northumberland ? Think ...
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... Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Defpair , Our Ranks are broke ...
... Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Defpair , Our Ranks are broke ...
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... Heav'n may ope , And give fweet paffage to my finful Soul . Now Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in Heav'n , or in the Earth . Rich . Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee ...
... Heav'n may ope , And give fweet paffage to my finful Soul . Now Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in Heav'n , or in the Earth . Rich . Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill ftrange fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Titus Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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Seite 1628 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Seite 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Seite 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Seite 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Seite 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Seite 1565 - 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...
Seite 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Seite 1747 - 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 1618 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...