Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... tongue , While his owne Lands are bargain'd for , and sold : Me thinkes the Realmes of England , France , & Ireland , Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatall brand Althea burnt , Unto the Princes heart of Calidon ...
... tongue , While his owne Lands are bargain'd for , and sold : Me thinkes the Realmes of England , France , & Ireland , Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood , As did the fatall brand Althea burnt , Unto the Princes heart of Calidon ...
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... tongue begins to double . Sound Trumpets , Alarum to the Combattants . They fight , and Peter strikes him downe . Armorer . Hold Peter , hold , I confesse , I confesse Treason . Yorke . Take away his Weapon : Fellow thanke God , and the ...
... tongue begins to double . Sound Trumpets , Alarum to the Combattants . They fight , and Peter strikes him downe . Armorer . Hold Peter , hold , I confesse , I confesse Treason . Yorke . Take away his Weapon : Fellow thanke God , and the ...
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... tongue , The envious Load that lyes upon his heart : And dogged Yorke , that reaches at the Moone , Whose over - weening Arme I have pluckt back , By false accuse doth levell at my Life . And you , my Soveraigne Lady , with the rest ...
... tongue , The envious Load that lyes upon his heart : And dogged Yorke , that reaches at the Moone , Whose over - weening Arme I have pluckt back , By false accuse doth levell at my Life . And you , my Soveraigne Lady , with the rest ...
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... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preserve my Soveraigne from his Foe , Say but the word , and I will be his Priest . Card . But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolke , Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest : Say ...
... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preserve my Soveraigne from his Foe , Say but the word , and I will be his Priest . Card . But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolke , Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest : Say ...
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... tongue be wounded , And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach : This get I by his death : Aye me unhappie , To be a Queene , and Crown'd with infamie . King . Ah woe is me for Gloster , wretched man . Queen . Be woe for me , more ...
... tongue be wounded , And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach : This get I by his death : Aye me unhappie , To be a Queene , and Crown'd with infamie . King . Ah woe is me for Gloster , wretched man . Queen . Be woe for me , more ...
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Page 290 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Page 370 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 393 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 360 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 363 - 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 363 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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...
Page 360 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Page 58 - I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 356 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 183 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; 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...