Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Band 7D. Leach, 1767 |
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... noble queen Well ftrook in years , yet fair fhill , and not jealous : We fay , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a paffing pleasing tongue ; That the queen's kindred are made gentle - folks : How fay you , fir ? can ...
... noble queen Well ftrook in years , yet fair fhill , and not jealous : We fay , that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot , A cherry lip , a paffing pleasing tongue ; That the queen's kindred are made gentle - folks : How fay you , fir ? can ...
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... noble lord , as prisoners muft : But I fhall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . RIC . No doubt , no doubt ; and fo fhall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have ...
... noble lord , as prisoners muft : But I fhall live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . RIC . No doubt , no doubt ; and fo fhall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have ...
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... noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , I will with all expedient duty fee you : For divers unknown reasons , I beseech you , Grant me this boon . ANN . With all my heart ; and much it joys me too , To see you are ...
... noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , I will with all expedient duty fee you : For divers unknown reasons , I beseech you , Grant me this boon . ANN . With all my heart ; and much it joys me too , To see you are ...
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... noble father lay'd on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy fcorns drew'ft rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultlefs blood of pretty Rutland ...
... noble father lay'd on thee , - When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy fcorns drew'ft rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultlefs blood of pretty Rutland ...
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... noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood , Nor thou within the compafs of my curfe . Buc . Nor no one here ; for curfes never pass The lips of those that breath them in the air . 2.M. I will not think but they afcend ...
... noble house ! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood , Nor thou within the compafs of my curfe . Buc . Nor no one here ; for curfes never pass The lips of those that breath them in the air . 2.M. I will not think but they afcend ...
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Seite 73 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Seite 76 - 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...
Seite 40 - 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.
Seite 4 - 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.
Seite 76 - 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.
Seite 30 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 3 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 30 - 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.