The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . - Glo . I know so . But , gentle Lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , -- And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these ...
... madam , till I lie with you . Anne . I hope so . - Glo . I know so . But , gentle Lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , -- And fall somewhat into a slower method ; - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these ...
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... madam ; there's no doubt , his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse : 18 A small coin , the twelfth part of a French sous . 19 Marvellous is here used adverbially . A ...
... madam ; there's no doubt , his majesty Will soon recover his accustom'd health . Grey . In that you brook it ill , it makes him worse : 18 A small coin , the twelfth part of a French sous . 19 Marvellous is here used adverbially . A ...
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... Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheer- fully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam : he desires to make atone- ment Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them and my ...
... Madam , good hope ; his grace speaks cheer- fully . Q. Eliz . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam : he desires to make atone- ment Between the duke of Gloster and your brothers , And between them and my ...
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... Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come : -Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER . Glo . I do ...
... Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , —and you , my noble lords . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come : -Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend your grace . [ Exeunt all but GLOSTER . Glo . I do ...
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... Madam , yourself are not exempt in this , - Nor your son Dorset , -Buckingham , nor you ; - You have been factious one against the other . . do not merely cloke and conceal your ill will to each t eradicate it altogether from your ...
... Madam , yourself are not exempt in this , - Nor your son Dorset , -Buckingham , nor you ; - You have been factious one against the other . . do not merely cloke and conceal your ill will to each t eradicate it altogether from your ...
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DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 257 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 153 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Page 40 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 261 - 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 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...
Page 260 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 233 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 261 - 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 serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 302 - Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant (heaven still move about her !), Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness...