The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... bear your grace , my lord , Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders : Whofoe'er they be , I fay , my lord , they have deferved death . Glo . Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil , Look how I am bewitch ...
... bear your grace , my lord , Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders : Whofoe'er they be , I fay , my lord , they have deferved death . Glo . Then be your eyes the witnefs of their evil , Look how I am bewitch ...
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... . oody Richard ! -miferable England ! he fearful'ft time to thee , etched age hath look'd upon.- me to the block , bear him my head ; me , who fhortly shall be dead . [ Exeunt . Lo SCENE : fe be at dinner d . God ! to.
... . oody Richard ! -miferable England ! he fearful'ft time to thee , etched age hath look'd upon.- me to the block , bear him my head ; me , who fhortly shall be dead . [ Exeunt . Lo SCENE : fe be at dinner d . God ! to.
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... bear thy blame , And take thy office from thee , on my peril . Brak . No , madam , no , I may not leave it so ; I am bound by oath , and therefore pardon me . Enter STANLEY . [ Exit BRAKENBURY . Stan . Let me but meet you , ladies , one ...
... bear thy blame , And take thy office from thee , on my peril . Brak . No , madam , no , I may not leave it so ; I am bound by oath , and therefore pardon me . Enter STANLEY . [ Exit BRAKENBURY . Stan . Let me but meet you , ladies , one ...
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... Bear with me ; I am hungry for revenge , And now I cloy me with beholding it . Thy Edward he is dead , that kill'd my Edward ; Thy other Edward dead , to quit my Edward ; Young York he is but boot , because both they Match not the high ...
... Bear with me ; I am hungry for revenge , And now I cloy me with beholding it . Thy Edward he is dead , that kill'd my Edward ; Thy other Edward dead , to quit my Edward ; Young York he is but boot , because both they Match not the high ...
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... bear my Give me fome ink and paper in my tent I'll draw the form and model of our batt Limit each leader to his feveral charge , And part in just proportion our small po My lord of Oxford , —you , fir William B And you , fir Walter ...
... bear my Give me fome ink and paper in my tent I'll draw the form and model of our batt Limit each leader to his feveral charge , And part in just proportion our small po My lord of Oxford , —you , fir William B And you , fir Walter ...
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againſt Alcib Alcibiades Anne anſwer Apem Apemantus Athens beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs cardinal CATESBY cauſe Cham Clarence confcience Crom curfe death doft doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit fame fear fent fhall firſt flain Flav fleep fome fool forrow foul fpirit friends fuch Gent Glofter grace hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honeft honour horſe houſe huſband Kath king's lady live Lord Chamberlain lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam maſter Moft moſt muft Murd muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent prince promiſe queen Rich ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir THOMAS LOVELL ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon of Athens unto uſe whofe Whoſe yourſelf
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Страница 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Страница 65 - 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.
Страница 12 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his 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 ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Страница 67 - 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...
Страница 27 - 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.
Страница 64 - 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 26 - 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.
Страница 64 - 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.