The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volumen5 |
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You may not , my lord , despise her gentle suit . Tal . Ne ' er trust me then ; for
when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory , Yet hath a woman ' s
kindness over - ruld .And therefore tell her , I return great thanks , And in ...
You may not , my lord , despise her gentle suit . Tal . Ne ' er trust me then ; for
when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory , Yet hath a woman ' s
kindness over - ruld .And therefore tell her , I return great thanks , And in ...
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Thanks , gentle sir : Come , let us four to dinner . I dare say , This quarrel will
drink blood another day . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. - The Same . A Room in the Tower
, Enter MORTIMER , blind " , brought in a Chair by two Keepers . Mor . Kind
keepers ...
Thanks , gentle sir : Come , let us four to dinner . I dare say , This quarrel will
drink blood another day . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. - The Same . A Room in the Tower
, Enter MORTIMER , blind " , brought in a Chair by two Keepers . Mor . Kind
keepers ...
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Thanks , gentle duke . But where is Pucelle now ? I think her old familiar is asleep
: Now where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort *
? Rouen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled .
Thanks , gentle duke . But where is Pucelle now ? I think her old familiar is asleep
: Now where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort *
? Rouen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled .
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Long since we were resolved of that ? truth , Your faithful service , and your toil in
war ; Yet never have you tasted our reward , Or been reguerdon ' d with so much
as thanks , Because till now we never saw your face : Therefore , stand up ; and ...
Long since we were resolved of that ? truth , Your faithful service , and your toil in
war ; Yet never have you tasted our reward , Or been reguerdon ' d with so much
as thanks , Because till now we never saw your face : Therefore , stand up ; and ...
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Thanks , Reignier , happy for so sweet a child , Fit to be made companion with a
king : What answer makes your grace unto my suit ? Reig . Since thou dost deign
to woo her little worth , To be the princely bride of such a lord , Upon condition I ...
Thanks , Reignier , happy for so sweet a child , Fit to be made companion with a
king : What answer makes your grace unto my suit ? Reig . Since thou dost deign
to woo her little worth , To be the princely bride of such a lord , Upon condition I ...
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Página 419 - 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.
Página 419 - 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.
Página 419 - 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.
Página 421 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st, a blessed martyr.
Página 280 - 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.
Página 421 - 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, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ,• A sure and safe one, though thy...
Página 259 - 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...
Página 11 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Página 200 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 280 - t were to buy a world of happy days. So full of dismal terror was the time.