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... Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thrust you out by force . York . The Queen this day here holds her Parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her Counfel ; By Words or ...
... Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thrust you out by force . York . The Queen this day here holds her Parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her Counfel ; By Words or ...
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... Night - Owl's lazy flight , Or like a lazy Thresher with a Flail , Fell gently down , as if they ftruck their Friends . I cheer'd them up with Juftice of our Cause , With Promife of high Pay , and great Reward : But all in vain , they ...
... Night - Owl's lazy flight , Or like a lazy Thresher with a Flail , Fell gently down , as if they ftruck their Friends . I cheer'd them up with Juftice of our Cause , With Promife of high Pay , and great Reward : But all in vain , they ...
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... Night , yield both my Life and them To fome Man elfe , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London ...
... Night , yield both my Life and them To fome Man elfe , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London ...
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... Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And but attended by a fimple Guard , We may furprize and take him at our pleasure , Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie ...
... Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And but attended by a fimple Guard , We may furprize and take him at our pleasure , Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie ...
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... Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence , Oxford , Somerset , and French Soldiers , filent all . War . This is his Tent , and fee where ftands his Guard : Courage , my Masters : Honour now or never : But follow me , and Edward ( hall be ...
... Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence , Oxford , Somerset , and French Soldiers , filent all . War . This is his Tent , and fee where ftands his Guard : Courage , my Masters : Honour now or never : But follow me , and Edward ( hall be ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visualização integral - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with ..., Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1709 |
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill ftrange fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Titus Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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Página 1628 - 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, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Página 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Página 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Página 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Página 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Página 1565 - 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 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Página 1747 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Página 1618 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...