The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... gentle Nell ; forget this grief . Elean . Ah ! Glofter , teach me to forget myfelf : For whilft I think I am thy married wife , And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , Mail'd up in fhame ...
... gentle Nell ; forget this grief . Elean . Ah ! Glofter , teach me to forget myfelf : For whilft I think I am thy married wife , And thou a prince , protector of this land ; Methinks , I fhould not thus be led along , Mail'd up in fhame ...
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... gentle Nell : I pray thee , fort thy heart to patience ; Thefe few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . Her . I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's par- liament holden at Bury , the firft of this next month . Glo . And ...
... gentle Nell : I pray thee , fort thy heart to patience ; Thefe few days ' wonder will be quickly worn . Enter a Herald . Her . I fummon your Grace to his Majefty's par- liament holden at Bury , the firft of this next month . Glo . And ...
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... gentle gufts , And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore , Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock : Yet Eolus would not be a murderer ; But left that hateful office unto thee ...
... gentle gufts , And he that loos'd them from their brazen caves ; And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore , Or turn our ftern upon a dreadful rock : Yet Eolus would not be a murderer ; But left that hateful office unto thee ...
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... gentle Suffolk . K. Henry . Ungentle Queen , to call him gentle Suffolk . No more , I fay : if thou doft plead for him , Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath . Had I but faid , I would have kept my word ; But , when I fwear it is ...
... gentle Suffolk . K. Henry . Ungentle Queen , to call him gentle Suffolk . No more , I fay : if thou doft plead for him , Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath . Had I but faid , I would have kept my word ; But , when I fwear it is ...
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... gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould be raging mad , And cry out for thee to clofe up mine eyes ; To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth : So , fhouldst thou ...
... gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with mother's dug between its lips . Where , from thy fight , I fhould be raging mad , And cry out for thee to clofe up mine eyes ; To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth : So , fhouldst thou ...
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Página 136 - 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...
Página 379 - 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.
Página 376 - 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.
Página 136 - 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 376 - 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.
Página 377 - 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.
Página 136 - 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...
Página 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Página 224 - 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.
Página 199 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; 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.