The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Том 19F. C. and J. Rivington; T. Egerton; J. Cuthell; Scatcherd and Letterman; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Cadell and Davies ... [and 28 others in London], J. Deighton and sons, Cambridge: Wilson and son, York: and Stirling and Slade, Fairbairn and Anderson, and D. Brown, Edinburgh., 1821 |
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... haue requested you in friendly wise To meete togither is this , That where malice & enuy sowing sedition in the harts of men So would I haue that admonished and friendly fauours Ourcome in the heart of you Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings ...
... haue requested you in friendly wise To meete togither is this , That where malice & enuy sowing sedition in the harts of men So would I haue that admonished and friendly fauours Ourcome in the heart of you Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings ...
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... haue commanded A greater thing then this at your hands , But sith I cannot , I take my leaue of you both , And so depart and trouble me no more . Hast . With shame and like your Maiestie I submit therefore , Crauing humble pardon on my ...
... haue commanded A greater thing then this at your hands , But sith I cannot , I take my leaue of you both , And so depart and trouble me no more . Hast . With shame and like your Maiestie I submit therefore , Crauing humble pardon on my ...
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... haue fed Their yoong withall , But now vpon aleageance to my Prince , I vow perfect loue And true friendship for euer King . Now for confirming of it here take your oathes . Hast . If I Lord Hastings falcifie my league of friendship ...
... haue fed Their yoong withall , But now vpon aleageance to my Prince , I vow perfect loue And true friendship for euer King . Now for confirming of it here take your oathes . Hast . If I Lord Hastings falcifie my league of friendship ...
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... haue left me nothing now to comfort me withall , And then those that are my foes will triumph at my fall , And if the King scape as I hope he will , Then will I feather my neast , That blow the Stormie winter neuer so cold , I will be ...
... haue left me nothing now to comfort me withall , And then those that are my foes will triumph at my fall , And if the King scape as I hope he will , Then will I feather my neast , That blow the Stormie winter neuer so cold , I will be ...
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... haue ended together . Shore . Why Lodwicke is he dead . Lod . In briefe mistresse Shore , he hath changed his Life . Shore . His life , ah me vnhappie woman , Now is misery at hand , Now will my foes triumph at this my fall , Those whom ...
... haue ended together . Shore . Why Lodwicke is he dead . Lod . In briefe mistresse Shore , he hath changed his Life . Shore . His life , ah me vnhappie woman , Now is misery at hand , Now will my foes triumph at this my fall , Those whom ...
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Страница 10 - 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...
Страница 425 - 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.
Страница 55 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Страница 448 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Страница 430 - 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...
Страница 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, 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...
Страница 425 - 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 305 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Страница 441 - 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...
Страница 426 - 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