The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... honours die ! Shall Henry's Conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ! O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
... honours die ! Shall Henry's Conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ! O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
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... honour of this warlike ifle ! France fhould have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league , I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King ...
... honour of this warlike ifle ! France fhould have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league , I never read , but England's Kings have had Large fums of gold , and dowries with their wives : And our King ...
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... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerfet's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's deeds ...
... honour'd of the people . Join we together for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and fupprefs The pride of Suffolk , and the Cardinal , With Somerfet's and Buckingham's ambition ; And , as we may , cherish Duke Humphry's deeds ...
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... honours of the world ? If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold : What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both ...
... honours of the world ? If fo , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the fame . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold : What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And , having both ...
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... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what ! my lord ! are you fo choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo ...
... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more . Elean . What , what ! my lord ! are you fo choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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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.