The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... thou not fecond woman in the Realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy ...
... thou not fecond woman in the Realm , And the Protector's wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy ...
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... thou ? Majelty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'ft thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And ...
... thou ? Majelty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , Your Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'ft thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan , the cunning witch ; And ...
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... thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond- men to thy fov'reignty . Car ...
... thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond- men to thy fov'reignty . Car ...
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... thou trembleft at , tell what I afk ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet ...
... thou trembleft at , tell what I afk ; For till thou speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet ...
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... thou dar'ft . Glo . Make up no factious numbers for the matter , In thine own perfon answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'ft not peep : and , if thou dar'ft , This Ev'ning on the eaft fide of the grove . K. Henry . How now , my ...
... thou dar'ft . Glo . Make up no factious numbers for the matter , In thine own perfon answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'ft not peep : and , if thou dar'ft , This Ev'ning on the eaft fide of the grove . K. Henry . How now , my ...
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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.