The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... hope to conquer them again , My sword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears , Anjou and Maine ! my felf did win them both : Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities that I got with wounds , Delivered ...
... hope to conquer them again , My sword should shed hot blood , mine eyes no tears , Anjou and Maine ! my felf did win them both : Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities that I got with wounds , Delivered ...
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... hope of France , - unto the main , " War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft , That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept , fo long as breath did laft : Main chance , father , you meant , but I meant ...
... hope of France , - unto the main , " War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft , That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept , fo long as breath did laft : Main chance , father , you meant , but I meant ...
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... hope of his reward . York . My Lord , at your good pleasure . Who's within there ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow night . Away ! ACT II . SCENE I. At St. Albans . [ Exeunt ...
... hope of his reward . York . My Lord , at your good pleasure . Who's within there ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow night . Away ! ACT II . SCENE I. At St. Albans . [ Exeunt ...
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... hope of harmony ? I pray , my Lords , let me compound this ftrife . SCENE II . Enter One crying , A miracle ! Glou . What means this noife ? Fellow , what miracle do'ft thou proclaim ? One . A miracle , a miracle ! Suf . Come to the ...
... hope of harmony ? I pray , my Lords , let me compound this ftrife . SCENE II . Enter One crying , A miracle ! Glou . What means this noife ? Fellow , what miracle do'ft thou proclaim ? One . A miracle , a miracle ! Suf . Come to the ...
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... hope , My ftay , my guide , and lanthorn to my feet . And go in peace , Humphry , no less belov'd , Than when thou wert Protector to thy King . Q. Mar. I fee no reason why a King of Should be to be protected like a child : God and King ...
... hope , My ftay , my guide , and lanthorn to my feet . And go in peace , Humphry , no less belov'd , Than when thou wert Protector to thy King . Q. Mar. I fee no reason why a King of Should be to be protected like a child : God and King ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thouſand thy felf unto Warwick Whofe wife
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Страница 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Страница 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Страница 304 - 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.
Страница 176 - 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.
Страница 122 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Страница 170 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Страница 122 - 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...
Страница 331 - 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.
Страница 330 - 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.
Страница 332 - 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...