The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of AthensT. Bensley, 1799 |
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... thou be acceffary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis figur'd in My tongue . Anne I fear me , both are falfe . Glo . Then man Was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . That shall you know Glo . Say then ...
... thou be acceffary . Anne . I would , I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis figur'd in My tongue . Anne I fear me , both are falfe . Glo . Then man Was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . That shall you know Glo . Say then ...
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... thou hateful wither'd hag , nd leave out thee ? ftay , dog , for thou shalt ar me . e any grievous plague in store , ofe that I can wish upon thee , eep it , till thy fins be ripe , -l down their indignation troubler of the poor world's ...
... thou hateful wither'd hag , nd leave out thee ? ftay , dog , for thou shalt ar me . e any grievous plague in store , ofe that I can wish upon thee , eep it , till thy fins be ripe , -l down their indignation troubler of the poor world's ...
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... thou fugar on that bottl Whofe deadly web enfnareth thee abo Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to ki The day will come , that thou fhalt wi To help thee curfe this pois'nous bun Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy Left , to thy harm , ...
... thou fugar on that bottl Whofe deadly web enfnareth thee abo Fool , fool ! thou whet'st a knife to ki The day will come , that thou fhalt wi To help thee curfe this pois'nous bun Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy Left , to thy harm , ...
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... thou scorn me for my gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess.— Live each of you the ...
... thou scorn me for my gentle coun- fel ? And footh the devil that I warn thee from ? O , but remember this another day , When he shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess.— Live each of you the ...
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... thou afraid ? t to kill him , having a warrant for it ; but for killing him , from the which no warrant hought , thou had'ft been refolute . 2 Murd . 2 Murd . So I am , to let him.
... thou afraid ? t to kill him , having a warrant for it ; but for killing him , from the which no warrant hought , thou had'ft been refolute . 2 Murd . 2 Murd . So I am , to let him.
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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.