The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 44
Page 1546
... defire , Will coft my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on the Flesh of me , and of my Son . The lofs of thofe three Lords torments my Heart ; I'll write unto them , and intreat them fair ; Come , Coufin , you fhall be the ...
... defire , Will coft my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on the Flesh of me , and of my Son . The lofs of thofe three Lords torments my Heart ; I'll write unto them , and intreat them fair ; Come , Coufin , you fhall be the ...
Page 1578
... me from the golden time I look for : And yet , between my Soul's defire and me , The luftful Edward's Title buried , Is Clarence , Henry , and his Son young Edward Is 1578 The Third Part of I speak no more than what my Soul intends, ...
... me from the golden time I look for : And yet , between my Soul's defire and me , The luftful Edward's Title buried , Is Clarence , Henry , and his Son young Edward Is 1578 The Third Part of I speak no more than what my Soul intends, ...
Page 1584
... defire . K. Lew . Then Warwick , this : Our Sifter fhall be Edward's . And now forthwith fhall Articles be drawn , Touching the Jointure that your King must make , Which with her Dowry fhall be counterpois'd , Draw near , Queen Margaret ...
... defire . K. Lew . Then Warwick , this : Our Sifter fhall be Edward's . And now forthwith fhall Articles be drawn , Touching the Jointure that your King must make , Which with her Dowry fhall be counterpois'd , Draw near , Queen Margaret ...
Page 1632
... defires to make Atonement , Between the Duke of Glofter and your Brothers , And between them and my Lord Chamberlain ; And fent to warn them to his Royal Prefence . Queen . Would all were well . I fear our Happiness is at the height ...
... defires to make Atonement , Between the Duke of Glofter and your Brothers , And between them and my Lord Chamberlain ; And fent to warn them to his Royal Prefence . Queen . Would all were well . I fear our Happiness is at the height ...
Page 1648
... falfe Intelligence , or wrong Surmife Hold me a Foe : If I unwillingly , or in my Rage , Have ought committed that is hardly born , To any in this Prefence , I defire Το To reconcile me to his friendly Peace : ' Tis 1648 The Life and Death.
... falfe Intelligence , or wrong Surmife Hold me a Foe : If I unwillingly , or in my Rage , Have ought committed that is hardly born , To any in this Prefence , I defire Το To reconcile me to his friendly Peace : ' Tis 1648 The Life and Death.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Crown Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Farewel Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius moft morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword Tears tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
Popular passages
Page 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? 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!
Page 1774 - 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 1776 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Page 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Page 1567 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Page 1777 - 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 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Page 1775 - O, how wretched 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 1782 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 1749 - 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.