The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
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... father * York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fae'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times ...
... father * York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fae'd Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times ...
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... 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 ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
... 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 ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
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... father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. MAR . Which God revenge ! GLO . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint ...
... father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , -Which Jesu pardon ! — Q. MAR . Which God revenge ! GLO . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to God , my heart were flint ...
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... father laid on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ; - His ...
... father laid on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland ; - His ...
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Страница 427 - 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.
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Страница 432 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
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Страница 449 - Oxford ! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Страница 428 - 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Страница 427 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Страница 54 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.