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 |
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Page 1592
... he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Yow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch . 2 Watch . To morrow then belike fhall be the 1592 The Third Part of.
... he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Yow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch . 2 Watch . To morrow then belike fhall be the 1592 The Third Part of.
Page 1593
... morrow then belike fhall be the Day , If Warwick be fo near as Men report . 3 Watch . But fay , I pray , what Nobleman is that , That with the King here refteth in his Tent ? 1 Watch . ' Tis the Lord Haftings , the King's chiefeft ...
... morrow then belike fhall be the Day , If Warwick be fo near as Men report . 3 Watch . But fay , I pray , what Nobleman is that , That with the King here refteth in his Tent ? 1 Watch . ' Tis the Lord Haftings , the King's chiefeft ...
Page 1648
... morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen , And Princely Peers , a happy time of day . K. Edw . Happy indeed , as we have spent the day : Glofter , we have done deeds of Charity , Made Peace of Enmity , fair love of hate , Between these ...
... morrow to my Sovereign King and Queen , And Princely Peers , a happy time of day . K. Edw . Happy indeed , as we have spent the day : Glofter , we have done deeds of Charity , Made Peace of Enmity , fair love of hate , Between these ...
Page 1655
... morrow , Neighbour , whither away fo faft 2 Cit . I promise you I hardly know my felf : Hear you the News abroad ? 1 Cit . Yes , the King is dead . 2 Cit . Ill News by'r Lady , feldom comes the better : I fear , I fear , ' twill prove a ...
... morrow , Neighbour , whither away fo faft 2 Cit . I promise you I hardly know my felf : Hear you the News abroad ? 1 Cit . Yes , the King is dead . 2 Cit . Ill News by'r Lady , feldom comes the better : I fear , I fear , ' twill prove a ...
Page 1656
... morrow or next day they will be here . Dutch . I long with all my Heart to fee the Prince ; I hope he is much grown fince laft I saw him . Queen . But I hear no , they fay my Son of York Has almoft overtaken him in his growth . Tork ...
... morrow or next day they will be here . Dutch . I long with all my Heart to fee the Prince ; I hope he is much grown fince laft I saw him . Queen . But I hear no , they fay my Son of York Has almoft overtaken him in his growth . Tork ...
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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.