The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen5H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are ...
... whofe large ftyle Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all , Thefe counties were the keys of Normandy : But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant fon ? War . For grief that they are ...
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... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve ; Watch thou ... whofe fweet fmell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the ...
... Whofe church - like humour fits not for a crown . Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve ; Watch thou ... whofe fweet fmell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in my standard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the ...
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... whofe name And power thou trembleft at , tell what I ask ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt .-- That I had faid , and done ! Boling . Firft , of the King : what fhall of him become ...
... whofe name And power thou trembleft at , tell what I ask ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt .-- That I had faid , and done ! Boling . Firft , of the King : what fhall of him become ...
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... Whofe beam stands fure , whofe iightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . TOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ...
... Whofe beam stands fure , whofe iightful caufe prevails . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of York's Palace . Enter York , Salisbury , and Warwick . York . TOW , my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , Our fimple fupper ...
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... whofe line 1 claim the crown , had iffue Philip , a daughter , Who married Edmond Mortimer , Earl of March . Edmond had iffue , Roger Earl of March : Roger had iffue , Edmund , Anne , and Eleanor . Sal . This Edmond , in the reign of ...
... whofe line 1 claim the crown , had iffue Philip , a daughter , Who married Edmond Mortimer , Earl of March . Edmond had iffue , Roger Earl of March : Roger had iffue , Edmund , Anne , and Eleanor . Sal . This Edmond , in the reign of ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n himſelf honour houfe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry King's Lady laft live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter moft muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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Página 365 - 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 131 - 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.
Página 215 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Página 215 - 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.
Página 131 - 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 131 - 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...
Página 365 - 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 333 - 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.
Página 192 - 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; 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.
Página 214 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes 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.