The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Band 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich . Three glorious Suns , each one a perfe & Sun , Not separated with the racking Clouds , But fever'd in a pale clear - fhining Sky . See , fee they join , embrace , and feem ...
... Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich . Three glorious Suns , each one a perfe & Sun , Not separated with the racking Clouds , But fever'd in a pale clear - fhining Sky . See , fee they join , embrace , and feem ...
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... love to go Whither the Queen intends . Forward , away . [ Excunt . [ Falling . A loud Alaram . Enter Clifford wounded . Clif . Here burns my Candle out ; ay , here it dies , Which whiles it lafted , gave King Henry light . O Lancaster ...
... love to go Whither the Queen intends . Forward , away . [ Excunt . [ Falling . A loud Alaram . Enter Clifford wounded . Clif . Here burns my Candle out ; ay , here it dies , Which whiles it lafted , gave King Henry light . O Lancaster ...
Seite 1571
... Cla . While we devife fell Tortures for thy Faults . Rich . Thou didst love York , and I am Son to Tork , Edw . Thou pitied'st Rutland , I will pity thee . D 2 Cla . Cla . Where's Captain Margaret , to fence you now King Henry VI . 1571.
... Cla . While we devife fell Tortures for thy Faults . Rich . Thou didst love York , and I am Son to Tork , Edw . Thou pitied'st Rutland , I will pity thee . D 2 Cla . Cla . Where's Captain Margaret , to fence you now King Henry VI . 1571.
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... love your Children . Gray . Ay , full as dearly as I love my felf . K. Édw . And would you not do much to do them good . Gray . To do them good , I would fuftain fome harm . K. Edw . Then get your Husband's Lands , to do them good ...
... love your Children . Gray . Ay , full as dearly as I love my felf . K. Édw . And would you not do much to do them good . Gray . To do them good , I would fuftain fome harm . K. Edw . Then get your Husband's Lands , to do them good ...
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... Love I mean . Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another fenfe . What Love , think'ft thou , I fue fo much to get ? Gray . My Love'till Death , my humble Thanks , my Prayers . That Love ...
... Love I mean . Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another fenfe . What Love , think'ft thou , I fue fo much to get ? Gray . My Love'till Death , my humble Thanks , my Prayers . That Love ...
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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...