The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... she fent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges , without having any dowry . K. Henry . They pleafe us well . Lord Marquifs , kneel you down ; We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk , And gird thee with the ...
... she fent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges , without having any dowry . K. Henry . They pleafe us well . Lord Marquifs , kneel you down ; We here create thee the firft duke of Suffolk , And gird thee with the ...
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... She fhould have ftaid in France , and ftarv'd in France , Before Car . My lord of Glo'fler , now ye grow too hot : It was the pleafure of my lord the King . Glo . My lord of Winchester , I know your mind . ' Tis not my fpeeches that you ...
... She fhould have ftaid in France , and ftarv'd in France , Before Car . My lord of Glo'fler , now ye grow too hot : It was the pleafure of my lord the King . Glo . My lord of Winchester , I know your mind . ' Tis not my fpeeches that you ...
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... She fweeps it through the Court with troops of ladies , More like an Emprefs than Duke Humphry's wife . Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen ; She bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our poverty ...
... She fweeps it through the Court with troops of ladies , More like an Emprefs than Duke Humphry's wife . Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen ; She bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our poverty ...
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... She gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was ... She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not ...
... She gives the Dutchess a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was ... She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not ...
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William Shakespeare. She's tickled now , her fume can need no spurs ; She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction . Glo . SCENE NOW [ Exit Buckingham . VII . Re - enter Duke Humphry . OW , lords , my choler being over - blown With ...
William Shakespeare. She's tickled now , her fume can need no spurs ; She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction . Glo . SCENE NOW [ Exit Buckingham . VII . Re - enter Duke Humphry . OW , lords , my choler being over - blown With ...
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Page 136 - 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...
Page 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 376 - 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 136 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 376 - 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 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 136 - 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...
Page 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Page 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 199 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.